DEAR TEDDY
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,
And even make 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 shoud 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.
~Cindy Pike Dunning~
