Glass eyes barely on
though able to capture a childhood,
a sentimental piece of art,
My teddy, a vessel for bittersweet memories.
Ears still hear the loud sob from a 5 year old
as she stared at her balding teddy bear.
All chewed up she’d taken him to the teddy hospital
after which more memories followed.
Inanimate though spoken to,
Cuddled but now lonely,
Still but meaningful,
Clean but worn and patchy.
with bite marks and stains,
cuddled and often held
he still has his angelic glow.
He carries a zebra print ribbon
everywhere he goes,
and he goes everywhere,
My Stanley Bear.