TEDDY


I see a teddy bear, right arm across its chest
Stone eyes delve my soul
I feel my whole escape,
Like when the sweep of a paper towel
Crosses a wildly released can of beer,
Stopping the ruination of 500 years of marquetry,
Surface of a smoking table.
When we should all be able
To hold ourselves together
Embrace so close and rock sway
To the music of synchronicity.
Knowing, wherever we go
What meets us, how we deal with it,
We’ll always see the teddy bear,
Right arm across its chest, stony eyes into soul,
Like a brake. Such antiquity,
Yet such simplicity.
See the teddy bear in memorable mists,
Like when Daddy was being nice.
Like when Mummy said ‘Watch over the brats.’
See the teddy on the window sill
So powerful, so still.
With a will in stony eyes.
They lie on nylon carpet, playing PS2,
I lounge and dream, holding teddy,
His arm is over his chest
Yet his stony eyes are on my children.
And what is handed down,
Stays with it, never drowns.
I am a Mother
And whatever happens …….
You take my kids,
Then teddy goes with’em.
YOU GOT THAT …….. TEDDY GOES WITH THEM!!!

Really - your multi sides amaze me, Rusty, your insights into so many different scenarios of life. Speechless....

Alice