Teddy Bear

 

It’s my very favorite place.
I feel closer to you there.
We rock the hours away.
Me and your Teddy Bear.

The rocking chair is squeaking,
as rocking chairs will do.
I pretend the one I’m holding
isn’t Teddy Bear, but you.

I miss your little chubby cheeks.
They were so fun to kiss.
Cuddling you, and hearing you goo
are among the things I miss.

Precious memories of you linger.
My child I miss you so.
I hope one day my heart will heal.
It’s hard to let you go.

When in time God calls me home
to be with you up there;
With joy I’ll hold you in my arms
instead of Teddy Bear.

By Ron Tranmer ©