Growing Up Poem

Comfort From A Teddy Bear

I live in Britain and love to write from the heart.

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This poem linked with my current phase. A teddy bear is a non-living thing, but when I start telling him my daily stuff, it seems that he listens and the solution to my worries is the big...

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Daisy Bear

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Published: October 2008

You were always there to protect me
through the dark and cold of night.
I would hold you close beside me
and squeeze you in so close, so tight.

We would pretend we were in another place,
so free and full of fun,
where no one could ever hurt us
and life had just begun.

I would tell you all my secrets
about the happenings of the day,
I would often whisper in your ear,
"Please take this pain away."

Although you couldn't stop the life
or path that I was led,
I would sit with you for hours,
just alone on my bed.

And each time that we heard
a footstep made or maybe two,
a door slide open
I would just reach out for you.

You would take me to that place
so free and full of fun,
and the pain wouldn't hurt,
and again it was done.

So now that I am older
and the fears have faded too.
I can look around my life,
and it doesn't seem so true.

You're still here to protect me
with an eye missing or two.
My favorite little bear,
we made it because of you.

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  • by Shubhada S. Kulkarni
  • 1 year ago

This poem linked with my current phase. A teddy bear is a non-living thing, but when I start telling him my daily stuff, it seems that he listens and the solution to my worries is the big smile on his face. Awesome poem. Loved it!

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