The Teddy Bear Tree

I hung his Teddy on the tree In the field where he'd go to play. The sun had danced upon his cheeks-- The gleam of my glorious days. But then came night of riders white, We hid our skin in shadows black. My boy had stepped into the light And laid still by a fire's crack. So now I kneel beneath the shade Of the solemn Teddy Bear tree, And to his Next Mama I pray That She will give him love for me.