Teddy


Boy


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 pretend the pain's not there;
I know you 'd never hurt me,
I love you ...
So Goodnight ...Teddy Bear!

~ Cindy Pike Dunning ~



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