Childrens' Poetry: A Brand New Year © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Grandma told me, 'Let's start counting the days!
Before this year ends, we must mend our ways! '

She has admitted, and I have to agree,
Each evening, she watches too much T.V.

I also confess, that she eats too much cake,
cookies and pies, that she's wont to bake!

She sings way too loudly, all afternoon,
Lullabies at night, though sweetly in tune!

And oh! she can talk! For more than an hour!
When she plays in her garden, she talks to each flower!

She goes for longs walks, sits under the trees,
and chases her hat, when it flies in the breeze!

She feeds the stray pups, bread rolls and pies,
And loves to dress up, in funny disguise!

She scolds Mum and Dad, when they're scolding me,
(I agree that's the way, that it's meant to be!)

She dances with Grandpa, and plays in the rain,
and uses my notebooks, to make paper airplanes!

Yes, Grandma needs help, to mend all her ways,
She's trying, I'm sure, by the way that she prays...

And what about me? So, what do you think?
Should I stop making mud-pies, and playing with ink?

Should I stop making faces, like a cheeky elf?
Should I stop talking, non-stop all to myself?

I do utterly enjoy, chattering with me,
I'm amusing, you see, I'm in good company!

This New Year, I promise, to do all that I can
to mend all my ways, I have quite a plan...

I've made up my mind, and you do it too,
I will be like Grandma, in all that I do!
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