Teddy Bear
As the cauldron boiled beneath my bed,
Ghosts hovered above my head.
My bear courageously protected me,
From creaks and hauntings I could not see.
The lights I turned out warily,
And leaped into bed precariously.
An owl would cry in the yard,
While my bear, steadfastly, stood on guard.
Now I've grown, and have wed.
I no longer fear what's under my bed.
My bear has grown old and tired.
I've dusted him off, and had him re-wired.
And now, I give him to you, my child,
To protect against things scary and wild.
© Copyright 1985, 2003, Lynne R. Freels