Being confined to barracks with flu does have a few compensations. Wall to wall television, including 'Flog It.' Today's programme featured a pair of elderly teddy bears. One was of a very similar age and appearance to my own dearly loved bear - apparently the glass eyes were a good sign as were the felt soles on the feet. The difference, however, was that the bear up for auction was in tip top condition as his owner had not been allowed to play with him! What!? Who wants a bear in pristine condition? (Well someone did as he sold for over £1,000) But part of a bears' charm is surely found in his slightly threadbare appearance, a sure sign he has been dragged up through the years; sometimes cuddled to within an inch of his life, taken to play-group, dressed up and wheeled about, sometimes abandoned through teenage years, only to be picked up and cried upon during various break-ups etc. And a sure sign that he was always loved.
Here's a poem about my own best bear. (Who will never be sold)
Bobby
My faithfull friend you look quite worn
You've been around since I was born.
Rough and tumble through the years
Has left you with some tatty ears.
Your beady eyes don't quite match,
Your tummy has a threadbare patch.
I'm afraid your growl sounds rather weak-
Really just a timid squeak.
I often think if you were willing
I'd treat you to some brand new filling.
I would stitch up all your gaping seams
And comb your hair until it gleams.
But what's a bit of wear and tear?
To me you are the worlds best bear.
(C) Lyn Halvorsen
Taken from 'Under the Same Stars.'
A new collection of poems and illustrations.
