~ Cindy Pike Dunning ~
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 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 pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear...
I found this poem on another site with a request to
"...please send this out to everyone you know, and urge
them to send it on. If it gets into the hands of just
one parent who needs to stop hitting and yelling, and
listen and love instead, my life will be so blessed."
With that, I send this poem to you and ask you to
forward it to your friends.
Sincerely,
Kay
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