Roann Mendriq Poems
|361.||Christmas Poems: Lost Gift ©||12/9/2014|
|363.||Canvas Sky ©||3/19/2014|
|364.||Poetry For Children: Flying With My Kite ©||7/2/2013|
|365.||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...
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.