I borrowed this little Teddy from Carlene's journal some time ago.
I love my teddy bear, my pal, my friend. He has tiny holes which I should mend.
His eyes are buttons with small black centers, my teddy gives me comfort in the dead of winter.
He has fur for skin and his color is brown, his tummy looks like a little round mound.
Teddy is filled with a saw dust filling. You could peek through the holes if you are willing.
His ears sit with a slight odd tilt, the tips look as if they are about to wilt.
Teddy is loyal and always there. It matters not to me that he is only a bear.
He makes me sneeze but he is soft to the touch, always available for me to clutch.