Author's Note: I used this same analogy in another poem I wrote, a sonnet entitled Alone on a Midsummer's Night, but I didn't quite take it as far nor in such a positive light, so I decided to use the same analogy in a different way. This is what happened.

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He’s not quite as big
and he’s not quite as warm
and he won’t hold me back
when I hold him in my arms.
He’s not quite as cute
and he’s not quite as sweet
and he won’t brush back my tears
every time that I weep.
He doesn’t have the same smile,
not as soft-to-the-touch,
and I’ve found when I’m gone,
I don’t miss him as much.
He’s just a brown teddy bear –
can’t make me smile like you –
but till you’re asleep in my arms,
he will just have to do.