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...
~Cindy Pike Dunning~
She
sits on a rock
Why is mommy crying?
I got flowers today
Love me now
Give me flowers
now
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