At the lost and found,
Unnamed, unclaimed, unworthy.
Jewels all around.
Once loved perhaps, once cherished,
But now a forgotten gem.
A patchwork teddy,
Not mine- but I see stories.
Stitched and stuffed again.
The tattier the treasure,
The more loved is the relic.
Shared with dVerse for Open Link Night #270 found here
Oh, this is so beautifully said. There is much value to things that are considered forgotten, lost or no longer needed. I love the last few lines at the end especially; you describe it well how a relic or toy that seems worn out may have been like that through the years of use and love. Great piece. This made me think back to my childhood.
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Thank you so much, I’m glad it evoked memories of the treasures of your childhood! ✨
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Truth here too – thanks for a read that gave me such a warm smile of recognition…
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Thank you! 😊
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I adore that teddy, it has known love.
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Aww 😊
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Outstanding! Those last 2 lines could sum up My Beloved Sandra’s ongoing devotion toward me. Salute!
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Thank you! Aww ✨
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I loved it! Especially the description of Teddy 🙂
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Thank you! ✨
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You’re welcome.
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Lost and Found. Now that could be fodder for poem after poem. I think I’ll tuck that thought away somewhere. I loved your poem ….and the tattered Teddy caught my heart!
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Aww, I’m glad! Thank you ✨
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I like the idea of stories evolved from the imagination, not knowing who loved this dear teddy so and places he’d been.
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Thank you! ✨
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It’s hard to part with treasured items, even when you’ve outgrown them. (K)
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Agreed! 😊
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You certainly have caught the emotions of lost treasures and childhood teddies in this poetic form. I find its good to share and hope you will continue to.
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Thank you! I will ✨
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