Talkin' To My 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,
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!






Author:~ Cindy Pike Dunning ~

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