newtothis
06/20/09, 09:00 PM
This is the name of my own teddy bear when I was little. I dedicate this poem to her.
From earlier than the time of gel pen and braces,
And before all affection for boys and their cooties,
Each little girl wore her heart on her sleeve for her tiny admirer.
The one that has hair in the most unusual of places, and stitches where
An arm typically is located, and chopped off lace
Around the neck, not quite hiding the balding head.
Two rounded lobes that heard the tears
And words to which no one was privy,
One beady eye that watched and waited and roved
And faded as the years grew longer than the skirts
In the closets and the paws grew chill in the igloo of youth.
For every child adores her padded pink friend
Who extends a paw around the neck of
Each little girl, alone in her house and sobbing
About her lost job and dying dreams and
Wishing to live in the igloo of youth
Where no poopage or garbage can ever
Remain, and each mound of fluff stays exactly the same.
From earlier than the time of gel pen and braces,
And before all affection for boys and their cooties,
Each little girl wore her heart on her sleeve for her tiny admirer.
The one that has hair in the most unusual of places, and stitches where
An arm typically is located, and chopped off lace
Around the neck, not quite hiding the balding head.
Two rounded lobes that heard the tears
And words to which no one was privy,
One beady eye that watched and waited and roved
And faded as the years grew longer than the skirts
In the closets and the paws grew chill in the igloo of youth.
For every child adores her padded pink friend
Who extends a paw around the neck of
Each little girl, alone in her house and sobbing
About her lost job and dying dreams and
Wishing to live in the igloo of youth
Where no poopage or garbage can ever
Remain, and each mound of fluff stays exactly the same.