Poem: Teddy Bear

Teddy Bear

You ask me, when we were little-

“What makes you feel better

When you feel bad?”

I said my teddy bear,

Ragged and torn as it was.

I asked about yours in return

And you said, “It’s you.”

Now I have to decide

Whether I am more or less ragged

Than my teddy bear.

Author's Note: This is based on a real conversation that I had with my best friend when I was little. It's always kind of stuck with me, for some reason. The teddy bear in question is named Brown Bear (I was two when I got him) and is missing his left eye and his nose and has a hole in his neck.