Blood Stained Teddy BearA Poem by Vin
Every night her Daddy would tuck her into bed, stroke her soft curls on her little blonde head. He'd stay til she slept, she was safe with him there, she snuggled right down with her old teddy bear. She didn't know how her Daddy wanted to die, she never woke in the night to hear him cry. She knows her Daddy loves her, he'd never go away, she trusted him always, until her dying day. That night he had a gun, he pointed it at her head, he took a deep breath and shot his daughter dead. She never even woke, never knew that he was there, he left her in her room with her blood stained teddy bear. Downstairs he had a drink to make him feel a little better, he took out some paper and wrote a short letter. Put the gun to his own head and ended his own life, left the note on the table to wait for his wife. Now here she stands, by the grave in the cold, burying a girl who was barely five years old. She strokes the blonde curly lock of her daughter's hair, and buries her child with her blood stained teddy bear.
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Added on March 15, 2010Last Updated on May 15, 2012 Tags: teddy bear, death, gun, blood stained, love AuthorVinUnited KingdomAboutI love Music, Photography, Literature and Art although maybe not in that order :S I love to laugh, I think it's the best thing we can do as people and I reckon no one does it enough. It is probably.. more..Writing
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