Now I Am One Poem by Angela Wybrow

To climb the stairs, I just can’t wait,
But I find my way barred by a gate.
I want to open the cupboard doors:
Finding them locked is such a bore.

To everything, I am attracted;
By everything, I am distracted.
I’m finding it difficult to stay still;
Every hour of daylight, I need to fill.

When I am eating, I must confess,
That I really love making a mess;
I get food on my face and in my hair:
I manage to get my food everywhere!

I’m so eager to get where I am going;
All over the place, I am to-ing and fro-ing.
I want to run fast like my sister and brother
And to be as tall as my father and mother.

When I run, I sometimes stumble
And to the ground, I take a tumble.
I really hate reins or any restraint:
If they are used, you’ll hear my complaint.

There’s so much to do and so much to see;
I like it best when I’m allowed to roam free.
There’s a whole world for me to discover;
So many mysteries for me to uncover.

I want to explore how objects feel;
To me, many objects hold an appeal.
For everything, I feel compelled to reach.
I want to fully understand people’s speech.

I rush around in so much haste;
Not a single moment must I waste.
I need to investigate everything in sight,
Until it’s bedtime and I’m kissed goodnight.