I'm not quite sure what I did wrong, I thought 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 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.
She told me I was really bad, and I should be ashamed!
When I said, "I love you, Mommy," I guess she didn't understand.
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.
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.
For now I guess I'll hold you tight, pretend the pain's not there.
I know you Love me, so goodnight, my Teddy Bear!
Author....Cindy Pike Dunning