Who doesn’t love them?
Who wouldn’t care
For a furry, fluffy, cutie bear?
All cuddly toys, your bunny most of all
Use up their fluff in blotting in the whole
Barrel of regrets, complaints, harsh secrets
And the rest of your growing up
To be what I am today
A middle-aged auntie who remained.
Out of curiosity, I searched my poems for my other Teddy-bear piece, for I remember writing one. It turns out it was written for November Poem-a-Day again, in 2013. Here it is, I hope you enjoy, and, well, it does have a different ring to it.
November Poem-A-Day Challenge, Day 08 – Inanimate Object Poem
*** Cuddle your cute teddy-bear Never mind he’ll suck on your blood Cuddling him, you feel not how life flows away from you and dreams come through – they infiltrate, soak in you, keeping you breathing, but not really alive.
Cuddle your cute nightmare to see your blood float out of your soul Bodies matter not, yet we cling madly to them. All the death in the world cannot take you, if your time has not chimed.