My son's bear
Named bear bear
Worn by years
Of wear and
Tear
Rough play
A child's
conversation
His bear
That had many
surgeries
Often died
Sparse stuffing
His eyes
Replaced with buttons
He has only one eye
button left
Bear bear
Flat lines
But is resurrected
daily
My son’s best friend
He understands
My son’s way of
thinking
The bear was a gift
When he was a baby
His father
had given it to him
When he was born
Like peanut butter
and jelly
Regis and Kelly
That bear adorns him
Bear Bear's personality
Was my son's creation
Invented from
his colorful
imagination
To cope with not
being
ready for growing up,
kid life, oh and school
Bear bear is
Low key and cool
When my job took me away
During the day
Single motherhood
Bear bear kept
Him calm
The bear stayed
By his side
Bear bear wiped
A lot of tears
from this little boy’s
eyes
At age 16 the bear
Still remains here
Rips and several
tears
This bear has insane
longevity
I don't imagine
The bear is going
anywhere
My son, his bear,
The black version of
TED
"Ma, can you fix
my bear?"
"Sighs"
"Sure son, bring
him here."
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