There are too many stories like this in the world.

Please lets get together and stop the abuse of children

This is a story that was sent to

me from friends that I have met online.

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 hurr;

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 everywhere.

To please try hard to understand,

How sad it makes us feel;

Cause the outside pain soon goes away,

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 pains not there;

I know you'd never hurt me,

So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!

Author unknown

(Please take to heart this poem,

we need to help children everywhere)

Let's end Child Abuse!!

This is a Home Where Children Live

You may not find things all in place,

Friend, when you enter here,

But, we're a home where children live,

We hold them very dear.

And you may find small fingerprints,

And smudges on the wall,

When the kids are gone, we'll clean them up,

Right now, we're playing ball.

For there's one thing of which we're sure,

These children are on loan.

One day they're always underfoot,

Next thing you know, they're gone.

That's when we'll have a well kept house,

When they're off on their won.

Right now this is where children live,

A loved and lived in home.

by Judith Bond

All the angel pictures above are about children that have been abused in some way. If you would like to read their story, click on any of the angels above to visit their sites. Please lets help stop all the abuse in the world we are all children of God and should be out of harms way.