Life
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POEM: The Teddy Bear
I used to be a boy’s best friend.I was his birthday gift when he turned five. He loved me instantly, And we became friends for what I hoped to be forever. He called me Teddy. I was a big Teddy bear, And I was a big part of the boy’s life, Both literally and figuratively. For years, I had been his best friend. Mom and Dad got him a double bed just so that I could always be close to him, And he could hug me whenever he wanted a hug. When he was happy, I was happy. When he was sad, I was there to comfort him. My soft heart was his cushion. Year after year I watched him grow. Going to school. Learning to bike. Making friends. Playing basketball. And I loved him all the same. Every time he made a new friend, I was happy for him. I was ne
Victoria West
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