in the dark of night,
when nothing seems right anymore,
then I take you and hug you –
my dearest friend from so long ago.
No longer a child,
but the child inside of me remains still.
I know comfort I can find,
holding your furry hand in mine.
A glass of red wine beside me,
as the twilight fades from the sky.
The stars come out to play,
while the moon peeks from night clouds,
holding your soft body close –
we sit silently in the dark.
Somewhere an owl hoots
and the night winds blow.
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 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 –
friends to the bitter end are we.
For more works by this author see Rasma Raisters on The Creative Exiles.
Rasma also writes lovely poems on HubPages under the pen name of Gypsy Rose Lee. You can read more of her works at Rasma on HubPages.