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~ 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 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-

Teddy Bear

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~ A Child in Pain ~

Somewhere in the word today
A child is in pain
Not quite sure the reason why
Mommy or Daddy has hit him again.

He tries to do his very best
To be good and to do what is right
But no matter how hard he tries
An end to his pain is not in sight.

For even being very, very good
Seems to have no affect on them you see
They just seem to get more angry
The child crouches and makes his plea.

"Please don't hit me", he cries out
He simply does not understand, why he has to hurt
What is it that he has to do
So Mom and Dad won't yell, hit or curse.

He asks, am I so different
From other children that I see
He needs to know it's not his fault
His parents need help you see.

For any parent to hit a child
Does not truly understand
That the way they are acting now
Was not a part of God's plan.

He gives us children to love
And if we fail in doing this
Then something really has to change
Before we rise again to this.

A child died from abuse last night
His death was not meant to be
But his parents failed to get help
He has paid the price you see.

So if you know a child that is hurting
Don't turn and look away
For these children need our help
Before it's too late and they are the ones to pay.

© R. D. Gallant Sept/98

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