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A reflection on a once-loved toy and its purpose in life |
Ode to a Teddy Bear’s Purpose Soft and serene. The perfect hug, every time. An effigy of nature calmed, Though made of falsehoods: Thread, felt, shiny buttons, and polyester fill. That of which it is comprised is not what it is. It is comfort and caring, It is childhood dreams, And dreaming of childhood again. Together, they wait, And comprise the forgotten falsehood, Waiting for perfect little hugs That ceased to be little long ago. |