I couldn’t help but
feel a pang of sadness.
Someone had left a bag
of soft toys,
big and small.
And spilling out
onto the ground
next to the dumpsters.
A large teddy bear
lay face down on the
Face down as if in despair.
I wanted to hold it.
Eww..don’t touch that!
I was told. I know.
Someone put it there
For a reason.
Silly of me.
To feel sad for the toys.
But they were once loved
and adored by children.
on the ground.
Someone couldn’t even
to throw them away properly.
15 thoughts on “Discarded”
Makes me think about the Island of Misfit Toys. “Who wants a Charlie-in-the-box?”
I was reminded of that too, and the Velveteen Rabbit.
Hmm…soon it will be time to watch Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer again. I just love the quirky old school stop motion animation.
My favourite Christmas special, what with Donner being Rudolph’s father and all. My sisters and I used to gather round and watch it each year.
Donner was so mean to poor Rudolph! Making him wear that false nose. But I suppose his intentions were good.
Another case of misguided parenting. He came around in the end though.
Loved this…..brought sad memories to mind. Quite uncanny really. But, great poem, well written 🙂
pray for the lost toys.
A cute, but sad, poem. Nice write, Miss Kitten.
Nicely written … I also believe what once was “Beloved” should be handled with tenderness and care. I specificly love teddy bears … I cannot part with them … as they often speak to me, as they have throughout the years of comfort they provided. Nicely written!
I just knew that it wasn’t just me and that some of you would understand. 🙂
I’m a collector of teddy bears myself. I, most likely, would have taken that teddy home and given him a bath. Ah, my heart is far too big (they say). Lovely poem! ♥
Thinking about all the hugs and love that poor unwanted teddy bear once got, I almost couldn’t bear (no pun intended) to leave him there. Thank you for your kind words. 🙂
So lovingly penned. I wanted to hug that bear also.
So sad the beloved get discarded…I too wonder what memories lie in things thrown away….beautiful poem
I always feel sorry for the last teddy left in a shop, as though he has no friends to talk to. Such a sweet write, and so sad.