Teddy Bears

Teddy Bears are made, not born.

They grow from seeds of love

Into threads of caring

Teddy-fabric is made of.

They're stuffed with softest angel down

From heaven (or close by),

And stitched with silver needles

From cloud linings in the sky.

Their noses are roast chestnuts

From many a Christmas past,

And their eyes are favorite marbles

Children long ago have cast.

But a Teddy's not a Teddy

Till he belongs to you,

Till he's shared your fears

And joys and tears.

For no matter where they come from,

However soft the feel,

It's love that makes a Teddy Bear...

And love that makes him REAL.