Aged and somewhat tattered
a faded memory
Coloured by the hands of time
this precious gift for me

Ears a bluish tinge now
eyes and nose are worn
The silent outline of his mouth
and a ribbon he once wore.

A confidant of sorts he was
with love for me bestowed
And everywhere that I went
this friend was sure to go

Thirty four this Christmas
but still he lives with me
A reminder of the precious love
my grandma had for me

For of all the things I treasure most
nothing can compare
To that very first Christmas gift
a cuddly teddy bear.

© Christina
July 2006