When I woke 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 she 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 sould 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 a smack 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 mr mommy means,
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometime 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 thr outside pain soon goes away,
But the inside never heals!

And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'ed understand;
So other children just like me,
Would'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 Unknown to sender)

A little girl of 8 or 9, and cute as she could be.
I wondered should I stop and ask if she needed help from me?
I wondered if her mother had just left her there alone.
I thought as i walked by her, in my haste to get back home

As I left the mall, I couldn't get her off my mind
Did that little girl need help? Was I just acting blind?
It bothered me so much,I had to go back to the mall.
I have to get this settled in my mind once-for-all.

The mall was closed, I heard some chain doors coming down.
But as I looked, the little girl was nowhere to be found.
Is it my imagination, that again is running wild?
Thinking I had lost my chance, to help this poor lost child.

I guess she must be fine, or she would be sitting here.
I get way too emotional at this time each year.
I had to leave and get back home, where it was safe and warm.
The weather forecast for that night, a chilling winter storm.

Late that night it happened , as the weather station said.
frigid cold and heavy snow, while I was snug in bed
In the morning, i woke to winter's nasty caper.
The only place I'd go that day, was out to get my paper.

Cozy in my kitchen, with my news and a cup of tea.
But as I saw the front page, it just devastated me
On the front page down below, a little headline read.
"At the local shopping mall, a little girl found dead."

It was 4 A.M. this morning, when police received the call,
The caller said "a little girl had frozen in her sleep.
Many years have passed me now, but it still haunts my dreams,
Was the little girl they found, the same one I had seen.

I can't forget that little girl, no matter how I try.
But now when someone seems in need, I never pass them by.

(Author unknown to me or sender)

Money was tight and he was infuriated when the child tried
to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless the little girl brought the gift to her father
and said "This is for you Daddy."

He was embarrassed by his overreactions the night before
But his anger flared again when he found that
the box was empty

"He yelled at her"

"Don't you know that when you someonr a present,
there's supposed to be something inside of it."

The little girl looked up at him with tears in
her eyes and said "Oh daddy it's not empty,
I blew kisses into the box. All for you. Daddy"

The father was crushed. he put his arms around
the little girl and begged her forgiveness.

The father kept that gold box by his bed for years
Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out child who put it there

In very real sense, each of us as parents has
been given a golden container filled with
unconditional love and kisses from our children

There is no more precious possession anyone could hold