A puff of dust

“Teddy bear, teddy bear,” I hear as I sit by the skipping ropes.
It reminds me of you, my teddy bear, sitting at home on the washing basket.
I wonder if you get cold at the crack of dawn or cold at the dusk of night I wonder, I wonder
Maybe both, maybe none,
Does the sun beam at you at all
as you just sit and stare at the wall full of white blankness?

We have made memories since day one.
12 years, it's been a long time. Do you remember
all the memories we had together?
Some good, some bad. We still make memories today
as we speak, Even though we aren't together 24/7.

Using the sandpaper, reminds me of the touch
of my teddy bear rough yet at the same time soft.
The fur you have left is cappuccino coloured,
Just that perfect golden colour with chocolate on top.
I suppose you taste sweet and sour.

I have mixed emotions about you. You give me meaningful cuddles
when I am down and greatest bed time cuddles.
Stories from family, telling me about when we first united as a team
But I guess small things come in big packages.