Teddy, I’ve been bad again,
my mommy told me so;
im not quiet sure what I did wrong.
but I thought you might know,
when I woke up this monring,
I knew that she was mad.
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 so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown-ups forget
how big they really are!
So, Teddy, I wish you were real,
and you werent just a bear.
Then you could help me find a way
to tell mommies everywhere.
To please try to understand,
how sad it makes me 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 ill hold you tight.
and pretend the pains not there.
I know you’d never hurt me,
I love you…so good night my
Teddy Bear!