First Love

05 Saturday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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childhood, comfort, dog, first love, love, memories, teddy bear

I held you tight

and clung to you,

my love for you untold.

I stared into you deep brown eyes,

my heart was yours to hold.

So soft to touch,

I kept you close,

I kissed your furry ears.

My love, my friend, my confidante,

my darling teddy bear.

You shared my secrets,

calmed my fears,

as you watched over me.

You’ve watched me grow over the years,

a birthday gift at three.

You stood by me,

in hours of need,

and protected me at night.

When I was ill, you’d comfort me,

and soothe me ‘til the light.

I cried for you,

and made a fuss,

my teddy bear most dear;

hanging wet upon the line,

one peg upon each ear.

We’ve had our scrapes,

both you and me,

but survived them none the less;

the time the dog played tug o’ war…

but I sewed back your head.

Now I’m grown,

no more a child,

It’s you that I adore.

Although you’re bald, you’re my first love,

my one eyed teddy bear.

© First Love 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Teddy Bear (Photo credit: ertemplin)

Child Within

18 Wednesday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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abused, broken, child, childhood, cry, fear, future, ghost, hurt, loss, lullaby, neglect, pain, playing, poetry, sad, sleep, soothe, tears, teddy bear, toys, write

I see the child within you,

with your boyish short fair hair.

I hold my arms out to you

I want to show I care.

They may have left you

broken, bewildered and abused,

but I will never leave you

feeling neglected, sad and used.

You stand there like a ghost child,

one sock up and one half down.

too sad, too shy, too quiet,

Your face a pale, sad, frown.

Your little dress is crass and short,

your shoes are scuffed and worn,

your toys are few and far between,

your bear, one eyed and torn.

I see you quietly playing.

keep out the grown-ups way,

don’t let them know of what you think,

they cannot make you say.

Come child, sit here upon my knee,

Let me soothe away the pain;

cry out your little heart to me

they can’t hurt you again.

Hush child, no need to cry,

I will wipe away your tears.

Just hold my hand and follow me,

I can soothe away your fears.

Hold strong, my love, rest in my arms;

be still and do not weep.

Listen to my lullaby

I’ll guard you whilst you sleep.

Be brave and bide your time Karen,

your future may be bright.

Hold the pain, the memories

take up your pen and write

© Child Within 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm