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 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.

Written by

~Cindy Pike Dunning~