K, this is a poem about the emotional drama that we’ve all been through. Giving up our teddy bears.

My Childhood Teddy

I said “Take Him Away!”
I acted like I didn’t care.
But I knew that in my heart,
I’d reserve a special place for him there.

When my parents asked me why,
I told them I was too old.
But could anyone really be,
for such a friend untold.

When I was younger,
I’d carry him around.
Who knows how many germs he collected,
dragging on the ground.

I’d swing him around by the arms,
and make believe he was a bird.
He was such a good companion,
he didn’t say a word.

He was always there for me,
I could trust him with my hopes and fears.
And when I was sad or feeling blue,
he wipe away the tears.

So tell me,
how could I have not cared,
about the memories, times and moments,
that we shared.

But I was stubborn.
So I said “Bye Bye Freddy!”
and I waved as I stole one last glance,
at my childhood teddy.

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Actually, I did have a stuffed bear named Freddy, but I sold him at a garage sale at my grandmas, which I still regret today. But what was funny I also had a blanket named wooby, and I still have him. Why didn’t I sell him too? ::shrugs:: I do not know.