Roann Mendriq Poems
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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...
Lift Thine Eyes ©
Head bowed low, my eyes unseeing,
I stare at racing, faltering feet;
Jostling crowds crush on uncaring,
to snatch a window seat.
Shivering from the biting chill,
All wrapped up in our thoughts,
Yearning for the light of day,
like trapped and blinded moths.