Teddy Bear

Teddy, I've been bad again,
My Mommy told me so:
I'm not quiet 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 awfully 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,
And 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 awfully 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.


I don't think my Mommy means
To hit me quite so hard:
I guess sometimes, grown-ups forget,
How big they really 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 Mommy's everywhere.

So please try hard to understand
How sad it makes us feel:
The outside pain soon goes away,
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 pretent the pain's not there:
I know you'd never hurt me,
I love you ...
so Goodnight ... Teddy Bear!

~ Cindy Pike Dunning ~