Roann Mendriq

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Roann Mendriq Poems

1. Lift Thine Eyes © 4/11/2013
2. Follow Your Feet© 4/11/2013
3. Doormat© 4/11/2013
4. Tree Love© 4/11/2013
5. Truth© 4/11/2013
6. Crosses© 4/11/2013
7. Change © 4/11/2013
8. Common Scents© 4/11/2013
9. Make Believe © 4/11/2013
10. Canvas Of Green © 4/11/2013
11. Shoes To Choose! © 4/11/2013
12. Back In Time © 4/11/2013
13. Being Twee© 4/11/2013
14. Hand-Me-Downs© 4/11/2013
15. Temperamental © 4/16/2013
16. Seeing With Your Senses © 4/29/2013
17. Wildflowers© 5/15/2013
18. Would You Paint A Picture? © 6/24/2013
19. India: Land Divine © 6/24/2013
20. Changing Weather, Changing Life © 6/24/2013
21. Have You Seen A Goblin? © 6/26/2013
22. What On Earth Has Become Of Us? © 6/26/2013
23. Where The Green Secretly Grows© 6/26/2013
24. Highlights In Her Hair © 6/26/2013
25. Why Did They Have To Die? © 6/27/2013
26. Smiling In My Sleep © 7/2/2013
27. Rainydaze © 4/18/2013
28. Mothers Teach Your Sons © 4/23/2013
29. Hide N' Seek © 4/25/2013
30. Love's Sweet Light © 4/11/2013
31. Poetry For Children: Afternoon © 4/11/2013
32. Maid For Each Other © 7/10/2013
33. Girltalk© 7/10/2013
34. Blessings On The Breezes © 7/19/2013
35. Dance To Your Heartbeat© 7/19/2013
36. No More Tears © 7/19/2013
37. Falling Falling© 7/19/2013
38. Tended By A Poetree © 7/4/2013
39. Poetry For Children: The Games Of Sun And Rain © 7/10/2013
40. Poetry For Children: Rain Stops Play? ! © 7/11/2013

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Best Poem of Roann Mendriq

Poetry For Children: Mother And The Mouse ©

My Mother is not the sort of Mum
who'll squeal and faint and shiver,
Darkness doesn't scare her,
When it thunders she won't quiver!

When I decide to play up
she fixes me with a stare,
One flashing look from her big eyes,
and I just don't care to dare!

So it was with shock, one morning,
when I woke up from a dream,
To hear my valiant, mighty Mum,
let out a high-pitched scream!

I raced to see her perched up high,
upon the kitchen sink,
Squealing like a baby bat,
Right on the edge, the brink.

I asked her what the matter...

Read the full of Poetry For Children: Mother And The Mouse ©

Doormat©

Of what real good is a Doormat?
Does it point out to one's station?
Does it herald in a season?
Or is it just for decoration?

People walk all over it,
It's always best ignored;
It's dusty, used and tattered,
You always see it floored.

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