A Child's Masterpiece



Today I found a can of paint.
The paintbrush was there, too.
Mommy must have left it
when her painting was all through.


It was such a pretty color.
I learned you call it red.
It made me think of pretty things
that same color in my head.


I painted rainbows from the sky
and hearts and bows for hair.
When Mommy saw it she got mad
and sat me in a chair.


She told me I was naughty
and to think of what I'd done.
While I thought, she scrubbed and scrubbed
and cleaned off all my fun.


I'll never understand my Mom,
why she laughed when we were through.
I only said I wished ...
the pretty color had been blue.

Baby's First Christmas



So, this is Christmas morning...
Everyone is here.
I don't really understand it
cause it isn't very clear,


but Mom and Dad are happy.
There's pretty ribbons everywhere!
Lots of things that they call presents
and even paper I can tear!


They keep showing me this new stuff,
balls and books and even soxes...
They don't seem to know how fun it is
just playing with these boxes!

Hugs



Hugs come in different sizes.
Hugs feel different, too.
There are sad hugs when you're crying
(that's when nothing else will do).


There are happy hugs for laughing.
There are hugs for scary, too.
But the hugs that I like best of all...
are hugs for I Love You!

Barking Spiders



The barking spiders all march in
just past dinnertime.
Some big, some small, they come to call
floating on the wind behind.


Each is clearly noticed,
although they can't be seen.
You're positive they're there though
'cause your nose is very keen.


You know you can't outrun them
and a net won't get them caught.
Your friends laugh 'cause they're funny...
but your Mom yells 'cause they're not.


So, open all the windows!
Crack the vents real fast!
'Cause these aren't normal spiders...
Barking spiders are just gas.

Muddles


Splashing-sploshing the mud in puddles
I will name what I made, muddles.


Run and jump, my feet go splishy.
Bare toes feel good, squashy-squishy.


Uh oh, muddles frickled my new pants!
I wiped it worse, 'cause it’s on my hands!


Dripsy-dropsy EVERY place!
It’s in my hair! It’s on my face!


It’s on my shirt, and there, and THERE!
Muddles got me everywhere!


Muddles bubbles in my smell.
Is it in BOTH holes? I just can’t tell,


and every twirl I go, it goes!
Ewww, here comes Mommy with the hose.


Mommy said just LOOK at me!
I can’t, cause muddles got in my see,


but there isn’t muddles in my ears
and Mommy’s yells fill up my hears!


Now dripples are raining down, oh well,
it’s raining muddles off my smell.


My poor muddles. Now they’re moosh.
I slippered and sat right in the goosh.


Hose raining muddles off my thumb,
raining muddles from on my bum,


now there’s NOwhere muddles stayed
cause the dripples made it go away.


I can’t play now, not here OR there
cause I’m in a corner on a chair


and Mommy’s washing ALL my clothes.
She said, "Why MUDDLES?  I’ll NEVER know!"


Would I still have so many troubles
if I named it something else, not muddles?

Belly Buttons



Belly buttons look so funny!
Some have lots of hair.
Some are in and some are out...
just a hole that goes nowhere.

Gramma's Apron



Gramma's gone, but not forgotten,
that's her apron hanging there.
It still hangs in Grampa's kitchen.
Sometimes he looks at it and stares.


When Gramma wore her apron
it was magical to see.
The pockets held such treasures
for the grandkids just like me.


Saw it shine up Grampa's fender once
just as pretty as you please,
and it wiped my brother's cheek off
one time when he sneezed.


It took cookies from the oven,
it rushed to wipe a tear,
got a grain of sand out of your eye,
made a lap for the stories we'd hear.


It wiped spills up from the countertop
when she was baking pies,
a symbol of her love and care
and it showed, too, in her eyes.


Sometimes I'm sad to look at it
when I see my Grampa stare.
Gramma's gone, but not forgotten.
That's her apron hanging there.

Pockets



I think of all the things I have
I like my pockets best.
Pockets hold just everything
and they give your hands a rest.


I never know just what I'll find,
what special things I'll see
to put inside my pockets ~~
these are treasures, just for me.


When Mommy's doing laundry though,
she says sometimes it's scary
finding rocks and frogs and beetles
and my spiders that are hairy.

Copy Cat



There's someone who looks just like me.
He does what I can do.
I make these funny faces
and I watch him do them, too.


I open up my eyes real WIDE
and pull my mouth ~~ like this...
Then lean forward and get closer
and give a SCARY kiss!


It doesn't matter what I do
when I am sitting here...
The kid in there can do it, too!
When I play with Mommy's mirror.