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Waltz Of The Teddy Bears
by Stephen Washam
copyright 12-03-2004


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
When my daughter was a little girl we used to play a game
It really had no structure and I don’t think it had a name
But every time we played it I forgot all of my cares
And now we always call it the waltz of the teddy bears

We gathered all her animals, the stuffed ones so you know
We’d pretend they danced and sang it was really quite a show
No matter what the others did the favorite act of all
Was the waltz of the teddy bears at the closing of the ball

These teddies were her favorites and we saved them until last
The silly things we made them do were really quite a blast
I’d make them waltz across the bed dancing with a wiggle
She loved to see them frolic and it always made her giggle

Gradually my daughter grew and the waltzing soon did fade
But I can still remember all the laughter that they made
Those times have passed as all things do but in my memories
The teddy bears still sing and waltz as happy as you please

When my daughter left for college we were cleaning off her shelves
We found her old stuffed teddy bears sitting there all by themselves
I picked them up and took them over to the bed and then
The teddy bears performed their silly waltz for her again

Very soon we both were laughing and then suddenly she cried
And I couldn’t help but shed a tear no matter how hard I tried
We both knew that those times we had shared were very dear indeed
And I told her that the bears were here if there should be a need

They’re only worn out teddy bears with the fabric getting rough
But don’t even try to buy them because you haven’t got enough
I have had happy times in life but none of them compares
To the times spent with my daughter and the waltzing teddy bears




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05-14-2007 Jerry Lowery    

Now this one I really like, being a father myself. Although my daughter is still young, it feels like time is going by so fast.
Keep up the great work.


12-20-2004 Toni Sweeney    

wowowowowo: Your poems have been so awesome. I have enjoyed all the ones I have read already. You can take anything that you like and turn it into a beutifull poem. I cann't wait till I get to read more.
Toni S.


12-06-2004 SamiJo Mcquiston    

Ahhhh, it sorta reminds me of the teddy bears picnik,but different.
This is so cute, I wish my dad had been around!
Keep up the good work!


12-03-2004 Jeniffer Brand    

Boohooo......I suddenly have the urge to give my dad a hug. He spent 20 years in the army and retired as an E-8. So he didnt have much time for us growing up being in the field and all. He was Infantry. Now, my Dad is trying to make up for lost time and can feel his pain of not being there when he should have. But one thing has never changed with him.....he loves his two girls...and beware if someone hurts them! We share memories and gather new ones now. I love him and I know......he would have writen this one if he could have. Thanks for bringing tears to my eyes and reminding me about the true love of father. Sons grow up to be men, but a daddy's girl never grows up in a daddy's eyes.


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