The room was dark and cold.
To Teddy I cling.
He is not real I have been told.
I love Teddy with all my heart.
Happiness to me he brings.
Words of anger ring in the night.
I try to remember what I did wrong.
As I walked into the room full of light.
I caught site.
My books and crayons covered the table.
To leave them out I am not able.
To Teddy I cling cause he was brought along.
In a pool of crimson.
I lay broken.
For a child of five,
is fighting to stay alive.
To Teddy I cling.
A room full of flowers I see.
As I wondered what happened to me.
Memories filled my head.
To Teddy I cling.
A blow from a hand.
From my hands did he fling.
Where did he go?
On the floor I land.
But it was Teddy instead.
Jesus loves me I sing.
Dont you see?
God protected me.
He sent Teddy before me,
So I wouldnt hit the floor.
To Teddy I cling.
Linda Kaffer Feb.20 2002