I never misplace this surrogate Teddy. And no matter how tattered or misshapen, I will never toss him away.
For thirty-seven years he has been mine.
He's worn some here and a bit tattered there
And time has changed the color of his hair
He gets a little softer with every year
As I squeeze him often with joy or fear
Security is assured with him
Whether the lights or life grows dim
He greets me with his cheer each day
Ready to work or ready for play
And every night as I fall to sleep
I pray The Lord, his soul to keep
My Teddy Bear is husband Paul
Who stays with me and gives his all
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-06-26 at 05:32
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My Old Teddy (Mr. Mist's Challenge)
My Teddy Bear is five feet nineFor thirty-seven years he has been mine.
He's worn some here and a bit tattered there
And time has changed the color of his hair
He gets a little softer with every year
As I squeeze him often with joy or fear
Security is assured with him
Whether the lights or life grows dim
He greets me with his cheer each day
Ready to work or ready for play
And every night as I fall to sleep
I pray The Lord, his soul to keep
My Teddy Bear is husband Paul
Who stays with me and gives his all
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-06-26 at 05:32
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