He sits alone,
On a shelf in the attic,
Collecting dust.
He's falling apart,
From so many years of neglect.
Dust mites nest in his stuffing,
And he's missing an eye,
His fur, once beautiful and soft,
Now worn, faded and ripped.
He was once a fine bear,
Proudly he sat on the bed of the one, who loved him,
But now she's grown up
And he's been replaced by other things.
She doesn't need him anymore,
To cuddle up to at night,
Or to tell her secrets to.
She doesn't need him to protect her,
From the nightmares that riddled her young minds sleep.
No longer is he needed to help her find courage on her first day of school,
Or to make her feel safe when she is frightened.
So he was tossed aside,
Used and loved, but no more.
He will have been forgotten,
Until one day in the distant future,
When someone will find him
Right on that dusty shelf in that dusty attic,
But for now he will sit there,
No longer proud,
No longer beautiful,
He will sit there,
Lonely and forgotten,
With only the memories of the times they shared,
The cuddles and picnics,
The dress-ups and tea parties.
With only those days to keep him company
He will sit there,
Until the day comes when he will be found again,
And once again be loved.
He will no longer be the forgotten teddy bear.
