I never misplace this surrogate Teddy. And no matter how tattered or misshapen, I will never toss him away.


My Old Teddy (Mr. Mist's Challenge)

My Teddy Bear is five feet nine
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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Kathy Lockhart
I want a teddy bear like that. Right now I have my cat.

this is so sweet. you know you and paul are my heroes, my ideal relationship. God bless you both and your love.
2009-07-15


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
A very surprising ending

This is a sweet poem

~L.~
2009-06-26


JustBob
Awww.....so sweet...loved it!!
2009-06-26


melanie sue
This is just about as sweet as it gets. I LOVED THIS! Such sweet tenderness expressed inside these words....blessings to you and may you have many many good years still with your "teddy" :)
2009-06-26