Written for: http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/05/sunday-muse-109.html
Loving the bear
She held him so tight that he knew
she would love him right ‘til the end
for it would have made her quite blue
if he didn’t want her as a friend.
So he grinned and he moaned but inside
there was a part of him that was feeling sad
for he knew she’d go and she’d hide
Because she’d start to get thinking he’s bad.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
He has to be a good bear, or it’s just too sad to contemplate.
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When I was in kindergarten my friend’s dad worked at Shop RIte. I remember she had the three bears they were selling at the time. One was huge just like this bear and I remember the time she brought it on the bus to bring to school for show and tell! Hahaha, the things we remember….
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Wow. Show and tell. I remember that. She was lucky!
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Oh it hurts when a child lose his/her wonder and trust.
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Well, that’s a bear with poor self-image! Let’s all hope he’s wrong.
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Right?!?!
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Interesting. Bad bear!
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I am absolutely, positively certain he is a very very good bear!
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Checking in this morning to send Sunday blessings your way. Have a great day. Like your post. Bears are good for hugging and they are very non-temperamental. 😀
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Thank you for stopping by! Hope your week goes well!
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A delightful read ….reminiscent of some relationships. There’s a sense of innocence in the voice.
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Thank you Vivian
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😊
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Poor bear.
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Maybe she will overcome his expectations?
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Wouldn’t that be a good happy ending?!
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Hopefully he will see how much she loves him. I can’t bear to see a sad bear. It is wonderful to have you at the Muse Christine!
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Thank you so much Carrie!
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A contemplative bear. Hopefully she would stay his friend.
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Sherry, I would hope so.
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Aw. Some things must end. Sad truth to “growth” or continuing choices. However if you lie in wait til I eff up another romance to lovingly say I told you so…you know, like a wolf spider… I will only having smiling dreams of karmic flyswatters. 😁. Nice poem
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