There’s a spot in the garden of childhood, <br />That children and adults can share; <br />A place in the heart and memory, <br />For one’s very own stuffed teddy bear. <br /> <br />Now, a little girl’s dolls will get broken, <br />And a little boy’s kites fly away, <br />But a soft, cuddly teddy’s forever, <br />When we’ve gotten too grownup to play. <br /> <br />And a young lady’s dreams may be dampened, <br />And a man sees his plans go astray, <br />But a teddy bear kept from our childhood, <br />Through life’s troubles will faithfully stay. <br /> <br />For whether it’s kept in a bookcase, <br />Or lying on top of one’s bed, <br />A teddy bear waits for it’s owner, <br />With eyes wide awake in it’s head. <br /> <br />And if all the world’s children were given, <br />The gift of a soft teddy bear, <br />We should see their glad faces, <br />Reflecting love and goodwill everywhere. <br /> <br />© S.E.S<br /><br />Sara Stowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-teddy-bear-is-forever/
