My teddy bear

It lays on my bed

waiting throughout the day and sleeps with me through the night

wishing one day he'd come take back his place.

the once stitching i sewed

reminds me of my scar. It will always remain there even if the wound heals slowly.

The memories it carries brings tears to my eyes, but still comforting at my arms

It's name is mr.teddy as simple but pleasing name just as his is.

The red bow tie will always bring into mind the anger he had when my young sibling tore it off of teddy, but also the joy in his face when he saw that the pink thread fixed it all.

i miss him.