rusted where fingers
pulled bits, wet ears
and cold dribbled noses
sad thoughts really.
Through the crack I see
you and the latest tin love,
shiny paint, a good foot soldier
the fingers of yesterday
held me in scary nights,
checking spaces, cleaning dust
and making sure monsters
were off at war; with the Jones boy
down the road and across the street
sharing Dr Seuss and apples,
carnival candy stuck to fur.
I was a front of the cupboard thing,
combed and vested for pearshape lips
kisses and cuddles in nightlight time
now you got big shoes,
long legs and real friends,
sports and enemy cartoons
wonder when the day came
and I was left as just Ted
A contest entry
- Toy Inspired Poetry by AddenLee.
482 points, ended July 31, 6 entries
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Wonderful
This is so rich and the second last verse is perfect
"now you got big shoes"
It's those details that makes it chllingly, sadly real.
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Sweet, abandoned teddy bear story and all is cute. However it doesn't give much about the childhood. I like that you were able to give the basic little kid story with the nightlight and cuddling and all that sort of thing, but where is the actual events of childhood. I would have liked more concrete (for lack a better term) of your childhood. But good piece all the same.
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Awwww... I want my Teddy back now. I love this; through the eyes of a toy. Precious, hon.
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damn, I thought you would have written about your favorite 'clown'
Love Juls 
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'It' lol Ahhh Hancock didn't have a Teddy lol didn't have a hole hahahahaha
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