Writing 101- day 4: “Little Bear Lost”

In a sultry part of the forest where the dandelions grow tall

And Abigail skipped lightly, too happy to see him fall

The sun shone bright and lazily, a sleepy afternoon haze

Where tears were little hidden things not to be seen for days

Happy at first, contented, watching life go by

Insects floating, soft he lay, nothing but a sigh

Whispering gentle, the sun grew long, shadows creeping in

Wondered then when she would come to hold and cuddle him

Dark the night, long and cold, the grass a hawthorn now

Course and rugged, hurting him, cold dew upon his brow

Matted fur and shivering, the shaking of his toes

A soft and fragile whimpering, a tear long on his nose

And back at home, the fretting one, no consoling she

Pined away for Little Ted, prayed on bended knee

Sobbing to the pillow soft, sleep came frail that night

A lonely pair, bereft in loss; pitiful that sight.

Morning dawning, sunshine bright, tried to smile away

But she could not be comforted on this her searching day

Back to the forest, long and dark, back the way she came

But alas, they passed him by, their searching all in vain

Little Ted, he heard her voice, tireless, calling him

But his little voice it would not reach her ears through nature’s din

Watched as shadows passed him by, tears flowed freely now

Longed to feel her warming hand soft upon his brow

Summer faded, Autumn came, leaves turned red and gold

And a farmer came a-walking, frail and very old

Prodding with his walking stick, found a little bear

Put him in his pocket instead of leaving him just there

And in market town that Wednesday, took him to the store

Asked Mrs Price to find a way to give him pride once more

Washed him then and spruced him, round his neck a bow

Sitting on a cardboard box with dollies in a row

And when Abigail came walking she saw him through the glass

“Little Ted!” she cried and then “I’ve found you at long last”

Re-united the happy pair skipped and danced again

A song of happiness sung then, hear long that glad refrain

Little bear lost yet found again, tears all dried up now

His small black nose now comforted, soft hand upon his brow

And Abigail, her smile complete holds Little Ted up high

And laughs long with the sunshine, a full contented sigh.






3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Heather
    Jun 05, 2014 @ 20:08:26

    I. Love. This. Tears came to my eyes, especially the voice she shouldn’t hear. Well done.

    Liked by 1 person


  2. scatterednotebooks
    Apr 11, 2017 @ 01:11:43

    Jem, this is amazing! I’m so glad you shared this with me. Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person


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