Tag Archives: children

Mommy can we go to the graveyard?

4 May

Mommy won’t you take me to the graveyard?
Mommy can we go there soon?
I want to read the stones
Of the people who have gone
I want to find out how they wound up in their tomb

Mommy won’t you take me to the graveyard?
Mommy can we go today?
I want to smell the flowers
Watch the sad people for hours
I want to see all of their tributes on display

Mommy won’t you take me to the graveyard?
Mommy can we go tonight?
I want to see the ghosts
Of the semi-decomposed
I want to give myself a devil of a fright!

Darling don’t hurry to the graveyard
Darling you will be there soon enough
It’s not the kind of place
To which you really want to race
You should spend more time on living-people stuff.

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It’s Christmas Time – think!

19 Dec

This poem was written by my 10 year-old son for school and I love it. While so many want to close their curtains and shut the world out of their enjoyment of Christmas, our children can teach us much about thinking about and doing what we can to help others. I think his line ‘Little kids know half what we know’ is interesting because it shows the faith that children place in adults to put the world to rights. Are we doing enough? Think!

THINK
THE LIGHTS ON THE CHRISTMAS TREE SHINING AND GLIMMERING
THINK
A LITTLE GIRL COLD AND SHIVERING

HOUSES EVERYWHERE ALL DECORATED
THINK
A LITTLE BOY BEING HUMILIATED

LOTS OF FAMILIES HAPPY AND JOYFUL
THINK
A HOMELESS FAMILY SAD AND TEARFUL

CHILDREN PLAYING IN THE SNOW
THINK
LITTLE KIDS KNOW HALF WHAT WE KNOW
THINK…
THINK…

Animal traffic

26 Apr

I struggled for ideas today so here’s a little ditty inspired by that most mundane of things, a traffic bulletin…

“Animals on the motorway are causing congestion”
Said the news today, which led people to question
What kind of animals? Some lions? A bear?
And what were the animals doing on there?
Was an elephant running for charity?
Was tarmac being painted by a manatee?
Had a rhinoceros gone and shed its load?
Had porcupines got stuck in the road?
The news didn’t say, so nobody knows
But you could always ask the armadillos!

For napowrimo day 26

The 2 sides of a child

22 Apr

For day 22 of napowrimo, a childrens’ poem that sees them as they really are. Written by a fond parent…

Oh innocent child
Thy small face alight
With bright wonder at
Those myriad things
Confounding and magic
That brighten your day
And you dream of at night

Yeah right!

I’m no mug
You impudent thug
You buggerlugs
You puller of rugs
You squasher of slugs
Hiding behind
Your angelic smile

Lurks… evil!

In-laws

20 Apr

For day 20 of napowrimo, the prompt for which was to speak with the voice of another member of the family. I enjoyed this one.

I never knew hatred
I never knew war
Until I acquired
Sons and daughters-in-law
Those layabouts and harridans
I can’t but abhor
The way that they look at me
As if I were no more
Than a piece of excrement
That lay on the floor
That someone had stepped in
And then walked through their door
They resent my being
Every visit’s a chore
They’ll only be happy
When I am no more