Alone at Four

Mom, please come in and comfort me, for you must hear me weeping,
Please sing to me and cuddle me and stay 'til I am sleeping.
I feel so much alone here, though you're right next door in bed,
Please lie to me and tell me that there's no such thing as dead.
And let's pretend, at least for now, there'll always be us three,
For soon enough you'll both be gone, and no one left but me.
As just today I've learned new words like heaven, death and dying,
Oh, hurry Mom, and dry my tears and help me stop this crying.
Why must I be the younger one and so the last to go?
Why did I learn of death at all, I'd rather never know.
Can you tell me, Teddy, though you're just a little bear,
Why grown-ups think that four year olds don't have a single care?