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!

If Teddy Bears Could Talk

 

If teddy bears could talk,
what would they say,
what would they tell you,
about the children with whom they play?

They might tell you things
you don't want to hear,
Like mommy hurt tommy,
or daddy is who we fear.

The teddy bears of children
are not just some toy,
their sometimes the only love felt,
by some girl or boy.

So when you see a child
scared and alone,
find him a teddy bear
needing a home.

Know that you've done good
by the deed in your heart,
you've given this child
a place for love to start.

Author...Penny Vaughan

Misty

My name is Misty I am but three.
My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better I wish I weren`t ugly.
Then maybe mommy would still want to hug me.
I can`t speak at all Can`t do a wrong,
Or else Im locked up all day long.

My daddys is back from Charlies Bar.
I hear him curse my name he calls
I press myself against the wall,
I try to hide from his evil eyes

I`m so afraid now I`m starting to cry
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words.
He says its my fault That he suffers at work.
He slap me and hits me And yells at me more.

I finally get free, And run for the door.
He`s already locked it.
With my bones nearly broken, and my daddy continues.
With more bad words spoken.

"I`m sorry!"I scream. But its much to late.
His face has been twisted, into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain Again and again.
Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end! And he finally stops.
and heads for the door,
while I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor.
My name is Misty And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy Murdered me.

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