Roann Mendriq Poems
|361.||Poetry For Children: Bedtime Stories ©||7/29/2013|
|363.||Poetry For Children: Icecream Dream ©||8/28/2013|
|364.||Poetry For Children: Flying Airplanes ©||8/23/2013|
|365.||Poetry For Children: Happy Teachers' Day! ©||9/2/2013|
|366.||Poetry For Children: Mother And The Mouse ©||8/28/2013|
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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...
Behind the walls of frosted glass,
trapped within palladium rooms,
I stopped to hear the beckoning,
an impending sense of wicked doom.
I lifted up my eyes to search,
I turned to see what insight sought,
and knew that I should ponder first,
Should I or should I naught?