Mr. Bear
When it sat on a shelf
in a department store,
it was a cute, fluffy
Teddy bear. I bought it.
I gave it to my great niece.
She gave it a hug
and called him Mr. Bear.
It was a friend.
She threw it up in the
air.
Over and over.
High and low. Catch!
Mr. Bear was a ball.
She swung it back and
forth,
hitting couches and chairs
and Dad and Mom.
Mr. Bear was a bat.
She whirled it around
by its fuzzy arms
until she was out of
breath.
Mr. Bear was a dancing partner.
She raced back and forth
holding him high
through the air.
Mr. Bear was an airplane.
She grew tired
lay her head on its tummy
and fell asleep.
Mr. Bear was a pillow.
The cute fuzzy bear
had transformed
into many wonderful things
in the hands of a child.
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