Wednesday, June 04, 2008                                                                                                                     

Dear 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 everywhere:

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..