Here is another one .... i DO tend to write about teddybears ... but then, I MAKE them also. Originally written when another teddybear person had her ENTIRE stock of HANDMADE Bears stolen at a Toronto area Teddybear convention a few years ago, but I think it COULD be adapted slightly to infer Trans people as well.

 

Kliah



        * * *   T H E   S E A   O F   L O V E   * * *

 

A little Bear went walking

Along the streets one day

And coming from his mouth was heard

A plaintive little cry.

 

His head was bowed in sadness

And the tears ran down his face

He cried out for his brothers

Who were lost and gone away.

 

The streets were cold and rainy

But the Bear roamed far and wide

His brothers wouldn't run away

He knew they wouldn't hide.

 

His path came to the shining sea

The water cold and drear

He laid down on the shore

And then he cried out in his fear.

 

A Bunny and another Bear

Who happened to be near

Rushed to the little fellow

And they offered him their cheer.

 

"This is the Sea of Love, my friend,

Unlimited in scope

Fear and sadness cannot stay

Where there is Love and Hope."

 

The Bunny Rabbit called some friends

And helped the Bear to bed

Cleaned off his fur, and dried his tears,

And kissed and stroked his head.

 

The call went out across the waves

And soon there was a stir

As Bunnies, Bears and others

All rushed to lend a paw.

 

Their Mums and Daddies heard the cry

And also rushed there too

For they were also eager

To see what they could do.

 

A day passed, two, then three and four,

Their love grew strong and true,

The Bear was warm, and safe and loved,

No longer quite so blue.

 

The Sea of Love is endless,

No matter what you say,

It is for all, without reserve,

And will not pass away.

 

Kliah Denise Mott

(c) May 6, 1997

 

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