Teddy, I've been bad again, My mommy told me so,
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong, But I thought 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 her 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, grownups forget..how really big they are.
..So Teddy, I wish you were real and not 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 pains not there.
.. I know you'd never hurt me.. So goodnight, Teddy Bear.
                                    Author; Cindy Pike Dunning