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~Teddy,
I've Been Bad~
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!
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Author unknown ~
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