In my memories, a special toy,
With worn-out fur, a stitched-up face,
A faithful friend, my childhood joy,
Innocence and dreams we'd embrace.
Oh, Teddy dear, your colors fade,
Yet the stories we shared, they stay,
Through adventures, big and small we made,
You listened, never turning away.
Your button eyes held secrets deep,
Whispered tales in the quiet night,
In your embrace, I found comfort's keep,
A beacon in darkness, shining bright.
Years may pass, but our love remains,
Simple words can't break our tether,
Forever in my heart, our bond sustains,
Teddy, my cherished friend, now and forever.
About the Creator
Chisi limi
Storyteller weaving tales to escape reality. Lover of fantasy, sci-fi, and all things magical. Join me on a journey through my imagination. #storyteller #fantasywriter
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