I Worry Too
If Mother were sick,
And I were her nurse,
I’d tip-toe so softly:
She wouldn’t get worse.
If Father were busy
And I hurt my hand,
I’d still yell out loudly:
I know he’d understand.
If the window were open
And a bee should fly in,
You know the “if”
If I tried to swat him.
If I should be rude
And Mother would hear,
I know she would swat me:
I think you know where.
These are some “ifs”
That color my world,
But they haven’t happened:
I’m a fortunate girl.
The poem is playful and tremendously sweet. Very nicely written, a pleasure to read.
This was an interesting and thoughtful write....left me pondering over the words...great skill and a good feel to it...liked it. Thanks for sharing! -SG
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I would like to translate this poem
brings back the idea of 'kid logic' when we all thought of the what if's and the consequences that might follow. great write. 4th verse by = be