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Funny, how he is.
Though he may seem
to be rough
and possibly harmful
to me,
to a chid
he could be, the most loving father.

Watching him cuddle
his small teddy bear,
the way he caresses it
and holds it gently
it makes me wonder.
The way he whispers
to it softly,
is the most adorable thing
ive seen a man do.

So why not me?
Why when he is angry
it takes him over.
I wonder as he lays the toy to sleep,
why that stuffed thing can't be me.
The thing he's gentle and sweet to,
why can't it be me?

Why can't the toy
that he loves so much
be me?
To be held,
and cherished,
and never woken,
or disturbed,
or to hear fights.

Why?
I wonder.
Why?
He gets annoyed with me
yet cherishes it.

Oh right.
I forgot.
The small bear isn't alive...