(For those who view my blog through non-formatting readers, the following is a poem - OK, son?!)
It’s ok to chat with a cat, so I’ve heard,
Cause you know that a cat can hear every
word
But you don’t want to talk with inanimate
things,
Like your teddy, whose stuffing is held in
with string.
Just a minute! A cat doesn’t care about
words.
He would much rather chase after dormice or
birds.
The teddy, however, absorbs all you say.
He collects up your words in his kapok each
day.
So your teddy bear holds all your wishes
and thoughts.
He knows all of your hopes, all those
demons you’ve fought.
Please ignore those who say he’s a toy.
It’s not true.
He’s the one true custodian of all that is
you.
Don’t you just love your teddy bears?
Here
are a few of mine:
I don't have bears - but talk endlessly to any inanimate object that will listen. Each morning I open the curtains and say, 'Hello day' - the grandson gave that 'grandma's going bonkers' look when he came to stay!
ReplyDeleteAnd you even managed to rhyme your comment. Thanks, Jo 😀
Deleteexcellent warm poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joanne.
DeleteTeddy bears are very important. Mine,much cherished and cuddled, was given to my son. He left it at home when he grew up(my son not the teddy bear). I then gave it to my first grand child and she passed it on to her
ReplyDeletesiblings. I do hope that the wishes and dreams of all of us are still there.
What a lovely thought. I'm sure they are.
DeleteMine was next to my face as I struggled with my painful colon cancer. He heard my every groan and cuddled my cheeks as needed. Now he's perched on my dresser watching over me along with angels real and imagined I hope.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad he was able to help you through those difficult times, Heidrun. Take care.
DeleteYes. I love Teddy Bears. My childhood one was named Pooky and my 2nd husband put him in the trunk of our Caddy and sold it off to some man.
ReplyDeleteSome people don't understand how important a teddy bear can be. I'm sorry your Pooky was sold.
DeleteOh Ros, you brought tears to my eyes with this. What a lovely poem and tribute to our lifelong best friends. It's perfect! I have such a teddy and I've had her since I was seven….the things she knows…!
ReplyDeleteAnd those things are just between you and her, the perfect confidant! Thanks, Val.
DeleteHi Ros - I don't have a Teddy .. or anything from those far off days ... but now I have Hardwick a wire-haired fox terrier of my mother's, which she took custodian of on the death of one of her residents - he was a huge solace to her ... she talked to him for a while non-stop and always had to be around. Even into hospital - but I took him home at night .. he was with her at the end. I really should get Hardwick out and tell some stories - he's here and safe with me ...
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem .. I'd talk to the cat too ... but none here .. cheers Hilary
PS some friends from here are up in Leicester today to see the exhibition ... I'll catch up with their news tomorrow ..
But, Hilary, you do have a teddy. His name is Hardwick and he is the custodian of all your mother's inner thoughts. I'm glad he's safe with you.
DeleteAnd don't forget to let me know when/if you come up to Leicester to see our amazing Cathedral.
Thank you for that. My plush collection all agree it's very profound. :)
ReplyDeletePlush collection!?! Wooo! That sounds posh. You'll make mine feel inferior!
DeleteLovely - both the poem and the teddies. I only have a couple of teddy bears but I do have Betty, who featured in one of my blogs last week. I too have written poems about toys - some of them are on my blog on a separate page if you're interested.
ReplyDeleteSo you're not mad - or we both are!
I love Betty. She looks like she's really done some living!
DeleteAwe,lovely Ros.
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