Sometimes I wish I could be a little kid’s teddy bear.
I could be held tight and loved,
they’d whisper secrets and good night wishes in my ear,
I’d go to tea parties or fight evil masterminds,
I could be a princess or fly to the moon.
I’d be able to comfort them when they had to go to the doctors,
I’d go on family vacations and look out the window on a plane!
I’d be their closest friend and be with them everywhere.
But then the kid would get older
and have to go to school.
How I would long for them to come home for a nice snuggie embrace,
the hours would get longer and longer because they’d go to friend’s houses after school.
One day they’d be late to school and I would end up on the floor,
sadly, I wouldn’t be missed for a few days,
I begin to wonder if I am still loved at all . . .
Until I am picked up, held close and kissed on the head,
My boy or girl would exclaim, “I have been looking all over for you!”
I would be hugged extra close that night!
School days wore on and
I’d watch them practicing their spelling, then their multiplication tables, then geography.
Eventually there was pages of homework!
And I thought all you had to do to be smart was know how to give a really good hug.
Sometimes late at night, my boy or girl would whisper to me about their crush at school,
I loved knowing their secrets and still being held close again.
One afternoon the crush was going to come over
My boy or girl would run around in a frenzy making sure their room was up to par,
They’d pick me up
(I would think they’d want to show me off!)
but instead they would say, “I can’t have you lying around! I don’t need my crush still thinking I sleep with a teddy bear!”
I’d be tossed in the closet along with some dirty old socks!
How dare they cast me away when I kept their secret for so long!
Maybe I didn’t like this crush so much after all?
But they seemed to make my boy or girl happy and that’s all that matters,
right?
I would begin to find my new home in the closet,
it was dark and small,
but I would just pretend it was peaceful and cozy.
I was picked up years later and what I saw was a room full of boxes,
the room had changed more than that,
there was college flags, sports jerseys, band posters.
My boy or girl would wipe the dust away from my matted down fluffy and say,
“Oh, teddy bear, I almost forgot about you!
Little good you’d do me now, I am going off to college. I couldn’t let you be seen there.”
So with little care,
I’d be tossed in this big black trash bag.
Maybe after all,
I wouldn’t want to be a teddy bear.
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