'Redfur' by Ravyn LaRue

Mama unintentionally pointed it out to me, while I got verklempt on the phone
Since she and I had never been apart this long
And though I don't mind it
When she tells me twelve times that she misses me lots and lots, I get verklempt
And then she says, "How's Redfur?"
I chuckle and repeat her question
I say, "Well, he's fine, sitting on the bookshelf, as usual"
I tell her about the FYS identity photo he's featured in, and she says-
"I'm looking at his twin, and he's holding out his heart saying,
"Oh, I miss my girl!"
But he's holding his heart out, saying,
"Go for it, girl!"
And it occurs to me that that's where I get it
He holds his heart out, both of them-
And though their threads are shredded and their fabric faded-
Their hearts are still in their hands for all the world to see
Yes, I know I'm analyzing teddy-bears
And my analogy seems so much gorier
But that's where I get it, I'm sure.
I'm conditioned to want to be this way
And even if it's pretentious and selfish
Mama supports me in this effort-
Though, I think she'd support me in any effort, since she is my mother, after all