He’s just as old as me, or perhaps a little older,
a visual heartfelt memory, of times that were less colder,
lounging back in blue vest, proud stains upon his paws,
though he maybe tiger, there are no sign of claws,
he’s a sign of peace, that states, no fighting in the den,
in silent cotton wisdom, he reminds me to be Ben,
I look into his amber eyes, and I can clearly see,
after the fog of life wisps away, all I see is me,
he’s perched upon mock challis, of Tudor yesteryear,
to mark the rite of passage, orange juice to a beer,
a semblance of maturity, attaches to my child,
in times, to be a strongman, where I have to be less mild,
he’s stuffed tiger on the goblet, these things are my friends,
they will never leave my side, until my day beckons,
I need them to retell my soul, I have some wholesome roots,
his roar will echo into cup, a sound that has no mutes.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A much needed break now, from the morose commentary on life, as I introduce you to my oldest non-sentient friend. Tigger the Tiger is his name, and reminding me is his game. He reminds me of where I come from, and acts as a symbol of grounding, if ever I do think, that I am some sort of god, (of which is a seldom thought, hahaha!) His throne is a goblet, that I bought at the Tower of London gift shop, and to me, it acts as a symbol of how far I've come as a person, as well as a trinket of travel, of which my opinion is, the more you travel, the more you learn. Accompanying the poem, is a picture of my furry friend and the goblet in question, along with the banner picture, which to me, is a somewhat visual representation of the fuzziness of the mind, when it comes to thoughts and memories. I hope that you enjoy this poem, even though it is a little self indulgent, it will be interesting to know, if you have an object of love too, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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I'm a tiger too you know, born in 74 hey this is just what I needed a bit of light relief to read something warm and humbling, I have all my son's cuddly toys I always tell him, when he leaves home, I shall cuddle them every night. lol 🐻 a gorgeous poem to make teddy chuckle. 💖
Thanks for the read and for favouritng this poem Teddy.15, it's very much appreciated.
You are most welcome for this piece of jovial reading, and I love what you do, in order to keep your son's, and your inner children alive, a very heartwarming image indeed, which I think is marvelous!
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
I too have a lifelong teddy who has always sat next to my bed Ben, they are part of our life.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and I'm glad that you too, have a lifelong non-sentient friend, and I wholeheartedly agree, they are a much needed part of life, to remind us of more wholesome times.
I hope that all is well.
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