he sat up in bed
sweating
wind howling
pale moon peeking
through cloud streaked glass
again
the same, strange dream
that same teddy bear
little black eyes
ragged pink tongue
mottled grey fur
arms and legs that spun around
the velvety ears he once nuzzled for comfort
his teddy bear
his only friend
his hugged comfort those stormy nights long ago
the old man sighed
fell back
lost in a land without teddy bears
tio stib
This triggers the memory of when my bear was taken away at the age of four by my father. I replaced him with a different bear about a dozen years ago.
Strange how such a childhood memory hangs about in the caverns of our mind for years.
for sure