Teddy, I've been bad again,

I came across this from a friend on the web. It touched my heart especially hearing in New York an other child was beaten to death by his step-father over a problem about doing chores. Have tissues in hand or close by while reading this. And realize how many innocent children are hurt and killed by a parent.

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 every where.

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!

This one was written by a cyber sister's daughter

The Little Girls Dad

The little girls dad would
argue with mom
then the little girls dad
would get mad
The little girl loved her dad
he was the only dad she had
but when the little girls
dad would get mad
he’d take it out on his daughter
he’d punch slap and kick her
which was worse than slaughter
one day her dad went to far
now the little girls dead
he picked out her casket
then gently rested her head
when the little girls dad
took her to the park
that had always thrilled her
but the same hand that
pushed her swing
was the same hand that
killed her

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