You spent your last days in a hospital room
One month before your beating heart stopped
You were drifting away to the door of your tomb
I bought your last gift from the hospital shop.

They brought to your room a brown teddy bear
A soft, furry friend to make you feel loved
A message from me, to show you I cared
To hold on your journey to Heaven above.

No family or friends to comfort you there
Forgotten and lonesome, in white sheets, you lay
I picture you clutching your brown teddy bear
Kind gift from my heart as your life slipped away.

Sunlight beaming through the windows I
did not expect what I’d found.
Brown faded boxes scattered to and fro
little did i know what I’d find right below.

In one box, as normal as the others,
I found a friend from years long past.
My teddy bear...unwashed,
its ears weirdly bent, its eyes on its last.

Then, the memory hits me.

Back to a sunny day,
a time when I needed not worry
of complicated things.
A day just spent with this bear by my side.
Frolicking the fields and
getting my shoes ***** from all the mud.

Oh how I yearn to live in a time long gone,
when it was all still simple
and when it was all still sweet.

In the brink of dying,
To grab air, my faith keeps on trying
The continuation of my existence
My threatened hope’s presence

Are they real?
My demons are shattered
There are monsters under my bed
No, they are inside my head

He talked to me
Yes, my teddy spoke to the boy in the mirror
The bear said he loved him
So, he accused him of lying

I cuddled under my blanket
The mattress hugged me, I felt the placket
Standing by the desk lamp silhouetted,
Who is he? Please, tell me

Now my cradle started hollowing out
My body follows through the excavation
I’m falling to the mouth it has shaped
Dwindling and plummeting through the darkness

Being gulped by the unfamiliar
A place between excitement and anxiety
Someone knocks on my door
Sunlight cuts through the drape’s slit to the floor

Growing up
Too often a regret
Too often synonymous
        With morose days
                And nostalgia at every corner.

I cannot sleep without my teddy bear
      It makes me feel like a protector
               It makes me feel protected
                       And loved
                                 And not so alone.

I will grow up in due time.

For now
       I feel a strength
               A warmth.

Pitter platter on the plate
Pondered peter while he ate
Sir will be here very late
No one but Mr.teddy

Mama madam makes me mad
Dancing with him, instead of dad
You will be punished if you are sad
Except by Mr. Teddy

Biltrum the buttler butters my bread
Then he pats me on my head
But then he says to go to bed
With my Mr. Teddy

Tippy tozy up the top
No one here except my pop
I wish he could do his little hop
With me and Mr. Teddy

So soft and soundly I drift to sleep
Careful not to make a peep
I will be a quiet little sheep
And so will Mr. Teddy

Teddy whispers in my ear
Things I really dont want to hear
He likes to collect all my tears
Im scared of Mr. Teddy

He has such dark big red eyes
Butler said he lets me cry
But now I think he is full of lies
But I dont want you to go away Mr. Teddy
Mommy messes with the help
Daddys always by himself
Pop is sick with little health
So its just me and...
That thing

Love, is it the way you make me feel
Like you’re the only thing that’s real.
Is it the softness of your eyes,
Never telling me lies.
That soft brown glow
Oh, how it shows.

You’re the one who always cares
When all the world can do, is stop and stare.
You’re the one who’s there for me
When others just won’t let me be.

The guys who came, the guys who past
You’re the one that always lasts.
Through death, through life
You’ve helped through strife.

You’ve been here all the while.
Stopping those tears and making me smile.
Giving me one last chance, one breath more
Keeping me from my internal war.
Till night, my deary
My love. My Friend. My beary.