Fingers lightly stroking the curly strands
Of what is supposed to be fur.
Head buried in a mass of cotton and stuff,
Beady black eyes that stare deeply into my soul.
He is my best friend,
And I am his.
The surging warmth that comes from within,
The love, confidence, reassurance, and protection.
Thoughts converging,
Sorrows diverging.
When arms are wrapped tightly around,
We become one.
My teddy...my best friend and I.