He sleeps in my bed every night.
Has done so for over a year.
Just lays by my pillow,
Rarely gets in my way.
He is soft, so soft
And whiter than white.
Easy to hold on tight to.
What I love most is his scent.
The scent I was afraid would
Fade with time.
The scent holds so many memories.
A Christmas tree with
The fire lit.
Hot chocolate
With chocolate dipped cookies.
A warm hug and
A spot on the couch.
He is my most dear possession.
So small and yet
So powerful.
I will never be too old
For this teddy bear.
Left for me by my granddad,
One last gift thatI will cherish Forever.
To hug this teddy bear
Is to hug granddad
On Christmas day by the fire.
There is nothing thatI cherish more.
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