Teddy My Friend

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.

~~~

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

14 thoughts on “Teddy My Friend

  • March 26, 2022 at 6:12 PM
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    Beautiful poem, Rasma. How well I remember my Teddy bear and how hugging him comforted me on dark nights. Well done.

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  • March 26, 2022 at 8:00 PM
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    A lovely read, Rasma. Teddy bears and other stuffed toys are often there through it all, silently observing and offering comfort through hard times and good. I am sure many wonderful memories come flooding back when you hug him close.

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    • March 27, 2022 at 10:23 AM
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      Mine is always still a comfort to me, John and inspired this poem. I hope you’re having a sunny weekend,

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    • March 28, 2022 at 11:45 AM
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      Glad to hear it Jamie they are always such comfort and bring fond memories,

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  • March 28, 2022 at 5:54 PM
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    Even if he’s made of foam…you made him seem so real in your Poem. Well done. Perhaps the “Teddy” silently shares your deepest thoughts…and remembers what it takes to put all the pieces back in place…from long ago? Great Poem…all the wordings of this one could transport someone back in time to their favorite stuffed animal! (Mine was “Cherry Stripe”…an old Cartoonish-Commercial “Horse” figure-stuffed of course…with red stripes all over him. I think he was the mascot of some ‘ol timey chewing gum…Ha!)

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    • March 29, 2022 at 8:54 AM
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      Thank you, Steve and glad you enjoyed this, Yes, about that horse of yours I do remember stripped chewing gum

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  • March 28, 2022 at 8:05 PM
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    Always nice to be able to confide in something. I never had a teddy bear but my blanket stayed with me for a very long time so I can understand and relate. Nice work Rasma

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    • April 29, 2022 at 1:56 PM
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      Thank you, Paul. Not only a teddy but I also had a security blanket I always needed and to this day one small piece of it survives for luck.

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  • April 27, 2022 at 8:32 PM
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    Loved it Ras …. yeah , I had an old teddy for a long long time myself, but somewhere along the journey here, he’s been lost, … but yeah, I do remember him, I think I jumped from my teddy to my husband for that feeling of security, LOL … ugh, well, you know me! LOL …

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    • April 29, 2022 at 1:58 PM
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      Glad you enjoyed this Laura. Yes, my teddy and I were never far apart but a security blanket piece for luck survives to this day.

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  • May 1, 2022 at 10:32 AM
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    Beautiful, Rasma! I can identify so well with this. I have my ancient Teddy sitting on my bedside table, almost bald, but still looking softly at me and holding out his little arms. He too was the reliable friend who comforted me whenever I needed it – my lifetime buddy. I think I shall take him with me when I go as I don’t think he’ll last much longer and there’s no one else who would appreciate him as much as I do – they are one-person creatures aren’t they?

    Thanks for bringing back my Teddy memories. They do make us smile and bring back lots of great memories.

    Hope you’re safe and well.

    Ann

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