There was a toy...
One day I had the chance to meet God. He asked me to make a wish. I told him I would like to meet my teddy bear - He died more than a decade ago.
The teddy had been a solace to my weeping eyes every time some mean child hurt my feelings. The teddy had been my mother when my own was caught up with deadlines at work. The teddy had been my father whom I only heard of and saw in pictures. The teddy had been my friend, my companion and my confidante. The teddy knew all my secrets even the one where I slipped a glass of milk into the wash-basin. Scruffy and unassuming, the teddy’s favorite place was in my affectionate lap or in the warm embrace of my arms. We played. We talked. We sang. We even prayed together. But soon he grew old, his arm fell off, his foam came out. And one awful morning, Teddy died, just like that. Soon he ceased to be seen, heard or spoken of. I moved on, subconsciously carrying the void of a missing piece of life within.
But that day, when I visited the heaven of toys, teddy met me with his button eyes more sparkling than ever. His arms were in place. His fur was intact. He wore a golden star ribbon around his neck. Teddy had been awarded in heaven for his loving service to a lonely child. Teddy was new as ever. But I had grown old. My set of problems were of a new nature now. I hugged teddy like always and found comfort from all sorrows.
Can I have him back? I begged God. The supreme one smiled and said I could have him back but only with the knowledge that I would steal teddy of his well-deserved heaven for selfish reasons. My conscience won over my greed. I walked back to earth with golden memories of my teddy.
His fond face still warms the cockles of my heart. I miss you. I need a bear hug. Now :(
The teddy had been a solace to my weeping eyes every time some mean child hurt my feelings. The teddy had been my mother when my own was caught up with deadlines at work. The teddy had been my father whom I only heard of and saw in pictures. The teddy had been my friend, my companion and my confidante. The teddy knew all my secrets even the one where I slipped a glass of milk into the wash-basin. Scruffy and unassuming, the teddy’s favorite place was in my affectionate lap or in the warm embrace of my arms. We played. We talked. We sang. We even prayed together. But soon he grew old, his arm fell off, his foam came out. And one awful morning, Teddy died, just like that. Soon he ceased to be seen, heard or spoken of. I moved on, subconsciously carrying the void of a missing piece of life within.
But that day, when I visited the heaven of toys, teddy met me with his button eyes more sparkling than ever. His arms were in place. His fur was intact. He wore a golden star ribbon around his neck. Teddy had been awarded in heaven for his loving service to a lonely child. Teddy was new as ever. But I had grown old. My set of problems were of a new nature now. I hugged teddy like always and found comfort from all sorrows.
Can I have him back? I begged God. The supreme one smiled and said I could have him back but only with the knowledge that I would steal teddy of his well-deserved heaven for selfish reasons. My conscience won over my greed. I walked back to earth with golden memories of my teddy.
His fond face still warms the cockles of my heart. I miss you. I need a bear hug. Now :(