I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.
When doubts come upon me,
in the dark of night,
when nothing seems right anymore,
then I take you and hug you -
my dearest friend from so long ago.
A steaming cup of black tea beside me,
as the twilight fades from the sky.
The stars come out to play,
holding your soft body close -
we sit silently in the dark.
It seems then that if you could whisper to me,
you would say, “Be glad for the life you’ve been given”.
“I have sparkling eyes that don’t see
and a mouth that cannot speak
and I’m just full of foam with no heart that beats”.
Still Teddy, I still love you so.
As we sit by the window,
the moon lights up the night
and I look at Teddy with a fond smile.
He was there when I was little,
he dried all my tears,
he has seen me grow and I know -
that he can still comfort me.
So even if it seems silly now,
the two of us here.
Teddy can still make me smile,
make me remember the many blessings,
that I should be counting instead of tears.
So I’ll put behind all my fears
and as Teddy sits in his place of prominence,
upon my dresser,
I’ll go forth to face life,
with joy and a zest for living.
So Teddy, my friend,
thank you once again,
for putting all the pieces in place.
For mending a heart that was shattered once more,
for reminding me what life is worth
and that I’m the best there is,
with you it’s been put to the test
and your love does the rest.
© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 07, 2018:
Thank you, Genna.
Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on June 06, 2018:
Oh Rasma...this is just beautiful. -)
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 01, 2018:
Thank you, Shauna. Yes, that song did inspire. I love it too.
Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on May 31, 2018:
What a beautiful poem, Rasma! What comforted us as children can still do the same today. Glad you have Teddy by your side.
Love the Willie song!
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 27, 2018:
I think you are right Manatita.
Thank you, John, and yes, that is so true.
Thank you, Linda, and usually, it is fond memories.
Thank you, Peggy. My collection is small but comforting. Just a couple of bears for company.
Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on May 26, 2018:
Some kids have cherished teddy bears from their childhood. You captured that beautifully in your poem. I once knew a lady in her 70s that had an entire collection of them. Obviously they meant a lot to her.
Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on May 26, 2018:
This is a lovely poem. Teddy bears and other stuffed toys from the past can be great companions, even though they are inanimate. They are often attached to some important and meaningful memories.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on May 26, 2018:
What a lovely poem, Rasma. It is amazing how what appears to be a mere stuffed toy can provide so much contentment and comfort. We all have something that makes us feel secure..in your case it is Teddy.
manatita44 from london on May 26, 2018:
Sometimes they are our best friends. Not sure about the men though. Dogs, perhaps?
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 26, 2018:
Hope you both have a wonderful and sunny weekend.
You're are welcome ThreeKeys and glad you enjoyed this. Hope the autumn days are colorful for you. Here in Latvia, the spring is in full bloom.
Glad you enjoyed this FlourishAnyway. So sad for you great grandma and I do understand her wanting the teddy. However when it comes to things like operations when I person has lived a fairly long life I think if they will not suffer to just let them go naturally. Of course, your great grandma is one of the guardian angels that watches over you.
FlourishAnyway from USA on May 25, 2018:
Your sweet words made me recall my dear great grandmother who was pressured by relatives into having a heart operation she really didn’t want to have. She was in her mid-80s at the time and it was certain that without the operation she would die. She was fearful and asked for a teddy bear and clung to it like a child. She died on the operating room table.
threekeys on May 25, 2018:
What a beautiful sentimental and comforting poem. I remember I had a favourite teddy once upon a time.
When you write you remind me its natural and right to feel and want to feel warmth tenderness and care. The people that surround me keep inidicating its normal and right to be cold calculating tough and superficial. Its not my way and I cant change where Im pyhsically at.
So thankyou for bringing care and tenderness my way from way over from the other side of the world.