“My old bits ted”

Once soft as a whisper, my old bits Ted,  
Patchwork and button with wobbly thread;  
His fur, now faded from honey to wheat,  
Once golden and welcome and hard to defeat.

He watched me through fevers and midsummer dreams,  
His nose pressed askew, unravelling seams.  
His paw ever ready to wipe away fears,  
Absorbing my laughter, collecting my tears.  

A blue ribbon collar, frayed at the edge,  
He’s perched by my pillow, a night-watchman’s pledge.  
We’ve sailed on the sofa, adventured unseen,  
Through jungles imagined and lands in between.

His ear droops in greeting, his tummy is thin,  
Stuffed with the secrets I tucked deep within.  
Though new toys have come and new stories are read,  
The best tales still start: "There once was Ted..."

So here’s to my buddy, all battered with pride,  
Where childhood’s bright sparkle and comfort reside.  
For treasures aren’t golden or shiny, instead—  
They’re stitched in the heart of my old bits Ted.

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