Bear

Bear

A Poem by Judy Ponceby
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Mom, tell me about Bear...

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My son's brown Bear
Sits up on a shelf.
A little battered
From all the love.

He appeared in ICU
When our baby was only a day or two.
Brown, shiny eyes twinkling,
Vest clean and trim,
Bow-tie in place.

Over the years Bear has been here
For the first bath, first words, first steps.
For the day our son tied his shoes himself
To the day he rode his two-wheeler without trainers.

Twelve years and more Bear has been with us.
A little battered from being loved.
He has shared in our stories
And in our tears, in our laughter
and in our love.

God Bless, Bear. We love you.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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Wow this is so heart felt.
So very nicely expressed.


Posted 13 Years Ago


this is lovely judy. great charm and so expressive of family life and growing up. all the things that most of relate to, one way or another. very enjoyable. it made me smile :)))

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow, a poem about a teddybear. I love it. Find this so touching as I love teddybears and have loads at home. You able to pinpoint such precise and unique moments. "He appeared in ICU/When our baby was only a day or two" and "To the day he rode his two-wheeler without trainers." Okay, so this sounds crazy, but I think teddy will be very honoured by this poem. Perhaps print it out and put it beside him.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I know these feelings so well.. I love it..x

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nicely done. :)
You really capture the everyday aspects of life in poetry well; you make them something more.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Sometimes the most simple objects hold huge amounts of complex human emotion..this bear is one of them...well done, judy..soft, gentle and loving.







Posted 13 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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