My Friendship Bear

The bear may be small not very hard to see it holds precious memories of you and of me.
When we were small we thought we were tall but only the size of the teddy bear.

The memories were lost when you lost me but found me in the blue black sea. I lay on your bed holding items and memories waiting for the day we can all be a melody.

I want to be a part of this wacky day, but all I can remember is this play but the memory of the day was gone like a very long day. People see me on your bed wondering what I am.