My Teddy Bear

My teddy bear was getting old.
I showed him to my dad.
The threads that made his mouth were gone.
My teddy bear looked so sad.

His round dark eyes were crooked.
His button nose hung down.
It made me cry to look at him,
my teddy bear, soft and brown.

A jagged hole showed stuffing
poking through along one side.
I had to hug him gently,
so it wouldn’t grow more wide.

When Dad showed him to Mommy,
She fixed him up like new.
His button nose was tight again.
His mouth was smiling, too.

His eyes were side by side now
just like they used to be
and when I sat and talked to him,
he looked right back at me.

She pushed the stuffing in again
then sewed the hole with thread,
and when I went to sleep last night,
he was with me on my bed.

You know that someone loves you
by the little things they do.
Sometimes it means much more
than even saying “I love you.”