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 -