I try to write,
But it doesn't work.
A little girl wants me.
'Deh-ta! ' she calls.
She holds a book.
So I put down my pen
And pick her up
To read her a story.
The story's done and she's off.
I start to write,
But...
'Deh-ta! Deh-ta! ' she calls.
This time she has a doll
And a blanket.
I take her doll and wrap it up.
She's off once again
Only to return with a bottle.
It's for her baby
And she wants my help.
I put down my pen
And pick up her doll and bottle.
I show her what to do.
She tries herself.
Suddenly, she drops it.
She runs to the window.
The dogs are barking!
So once again, I try to write,
But soon she's back.
She wants me to sing.
We sing, 'Peter, James, and John'
Her favorite.
And 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star'
She runs off again.
And I try to finish my writing,
But I hear her coming...
Typical day of babysitting!
And I love it!
'Deh-ta! ' she calls...
(written a few years ago during my babysitting job. My little charge called me 'Deh-ta' because she couldn't pronounce Jessica.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem