The Teddy Bear

Ink lings


The teddy bear sits all alone
On the shelf where he was thrown
Long ago by a child fair
Who no longer visits there
The little girl has grown

Each day watching on his own
Through his button eyes once sewn
At the bedroom door they stare
The teddy bear

How long he’s waited is unknown
Since nursery rhymes she would intone
While rocking with him in her chair
The tears and giggles they would share
The teddy bear

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About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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