D E A R  T E D D Y
                                    Teddy, I've been bad again,
                                      My Mommy told me so;
                                      I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
                                      But I thought that you might know.
                                        When I woke up this morning,
                                          I knew that she was mad;
                                          Cause she was crying awful hard,
                                            And yelling at my dad.
                                        I tried my best to be real good,
                                         And do just what she said;
                                        I cleaned my room all by myself,
                                        I even made my bed.
                                          But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
                                         When she yelled at me to hurry;
                                          And I guess she didn't hear me,
                                            When I told her I was sorry.

                                            'Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
                                           And called me funny names;
                                            And told me I was really bad,
                                            And I should be ashamed!
                                           When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
                                             I guess she didn't understand;
                                           Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.
                                            Or I'd get smacked again.
                                              So I came up here to talk to you,
                                             Please tell me what to do;
                                               'Cause I really love my Mommy,
                                                And I know she loves me, too.
                                             And I don't think my Mommy means,
                                             To hit me quite so hard;
                                              I guess sometimes, grown ups forget
                                                How really big they are!
                                              So Teddy, I wish you were real,
                                               And you weren't just a bear;
                                              Then you could help me find a way
                                               To tell Mommies everywhere.
                                              To please try hard to understand.
                                             How sad it makes us feel;
                                           'Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
                                            But the inside never heals!
                                            And if we could make them listen,
                                               Maybe then they'd understand;
                                                So other children just like me,
                                               Wouldn't have to hurt again.
                                            But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
                                                And pretend the pain's not there;
                                                 I know you'd never hurt me,
                                                 So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!
                                                                    Cindy Pike Dunning

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