There once was a girl who met a teddy bear when she was
curious and defiant with desire.
Curly was found to be the perfect companion, for the bear
never passed judgment, never backed down from a challenge, never shied away
from a tear, never hurt a feeling, never fell with resentment and never once
looked the girl up and down and told her she couldn’t, shouldn’t, or wouldn’t.
The day she trusted the bear was the day she attempted to
adjust its eyes, but to no avail realized the bear had steadfast and devotedly
dark eyes that saw her for who she was.
Curly was a friend, when no friends were around to be
found. Curly walked to school, sat on
the swing, rebounded the ball, slept late and woke early, but most importantly held
her hand in flight as the girl flew from ancient crevice to modern marvel. Curly silently supported the voyage from girl
with a dream, to girl with a heart, to girl with a life.
The girl would show silent conviction, knowing that Curly
was tucked quietly, yet smooshingly, in her small backpack, overnight bag,
traveller's carryon, and even first day of school bag. Amid strangers with glances or strangers with
strange words, Curly helped the girl find her voice and poise.
The gutsy girl could throw a punch, and Curly could take it
like a champ—always knowing the laments and regrets would turn to principle and
certitude. Cries of anger, frustration,
joy, loneliness, confusion, understanding, and even pure ridiculousness, were
all quietly given by the girl and taken by Curly so that with the new day, an
unweighted warrior could return to the battle field and change the world.
There is a girl with a teddy bear, who is curious, defiant, and good enough.
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