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A Day in the Life of my Teddys Bears

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By Doctor Rosaleen O`Brien

ISBN: 978-1-84747-733-0
Published: 2008
Pages: 101
Key Themes: poetry, happiness

Description

In writing this book Rosaleen has captured the heart of every man, woman, and child, seeing the world through the eyes of a Teddy Bear, and has stirred up childhood memories of long forgotten years. Whether you are a child or an adult this book has been written just for you. Teddy Bear is usually the one and only toy that Mum will trust with her baby, as he/or /she begins to learn how to place trust in what is usually her first soft toy. Such soft fur and a welcoming face is a joy to see giving young children confidence in the knowledge that when dad and mum turn out the lights at night their little one is not alone.

Also Teddy plays a role when children have bee advised about their behaviour and they feel frustrated they can confide in Teddy. Teddy is on children`s level and even when one has to go shopping and leave at home their partner who may not be well it is a nice thing to place Teddy beside them on the sofa.

This book has been written by Rosaleen who got behind the mind of Teddy and has related his concerns and joys, even older folk in hospices have a Teddy to bring comfort. All in all this book deserves a place in every school, nursery, library, and of course family homes.

Teddy Bear promises one thing that is he will give you back all the love that you give him and more...By the way Rosaleen has just one question...What happened to your Teddy Bear?

About the Author

I have been in receipt of trauma counselling since 1999 on a daily basis,at times speaking till the early hours of the morning.Support from my trauma Counsellor helps me to come to terms with accepting that what has happened to me cannot now be changed. I cannot ever forgive those who had a vicarious liability to look after me and failed. As a result of being locked away for some years all because we were poor has brought certain limitations to my day to day life. Writing is a form of therapy and allows me to be free to be the person that I want to be, and should have been my birthright. Through writing I can reach out to others who may have had such an unfortunate experience as myself . Daily flashbacks can be upsetting and I fill my life with things to do so as to block them out. Day to day life can be exhausting and coping mechanisms that I learnt in order to survive have not helped me in the outside world. God help all fellow survivors and perhaps one day Ireland will accept the terrible price we paid. Shame on all you right thinking residents in Ireland to allow the government and Catholic Church to ignore harm done to me and many others who are either dead or too ill to tell their story. Thanks to Chipmunkapublishing I have been able to confront my demons and a Big Thank you to Reatha my trauma counsellor without her I would not be here today writing about my stolen life.

Book Extract

I am a cute little bear I am Mrs Robinson (1904)
We all have been given a name
We teddies are amazing and we are not all the same
Us teddies have become even more popular of late
I was called Mrs Robinson of 1938
My ears are not rounded like `Ideal Bears`
Yet children hug us lots
At night I climb the stairs
I am Mrs Robinson bear
With a lovely head so round
And a great hump on my back
If I enter your home I will stay with you for good
I would give you a kiss and cuddle you
And cook for you if I could

My paws are tapered at the ends
I just know that before you go
We will end up as good friends
You will want to hold me close
And not leave me in the yard
You will find my pads covered in felt
And reinforced with card

I am your teddy bear and my name is `Eddie`
Your little darling showing a bald patch
It is because of all the hugs and kisses
You gave me and that silly game called `catch`
I have round ears and guess what I don`t miss a thing
So many cuddles I know that I will bring
My voice box will be repaired before you call
I playfully growl when you turn me over
And if I say so myself that is not all
With my hand embroidered black claws
And my muzzle thin and long
You will bless the day you came to stay
In `Eddie` bears teddy stalls
I will look at you with those beady eyes
As I will welcome you to my heart
And then with you I will abide
Cause you will have given me a new start
I have my own way of doing things
And honey is my dream food
I will always walk in the shadow of you
Cause to me you have been so good

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This product was added to our catalog on Thursday 25 September, 2008.