My poems are written for kids, after all I am a mom and my kids were my best audience! These two I think are my best ones, I may add more later though.
My little child skipped out today,
To run and jump and hop and play;
But stopped and giggled with delight,
At little orbs of glad sunlight,
All nestled down in beds of green.
Dandelions were everywhere,
They beckoned here and beckoned there;
Calling, calling, 'Come, pick me!',
Fill childrens' hands and hearts with glee,
Then....
Bring their treasures home to me.
by kimberly young
©1998
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There's a small hole in the ceiling,
Right up above my bed.
In the day time I don't mind it,
But, at night, I wait with dread.
For that hole in the ceiling,
(It was made there by a screw.),
Becomes a scary spider.
I'm telling you, it's true!
I see it by the dimmist light,
Did it just move a little?
It may be just a trick, but I
Am sure I saw it jiggle.
I dare not move one little inch
Or it will drop on me.
There's only one thing left to do...
'Mom! Will you come and see?'
So mom comes in and flips the switch.
Quess what that spider did?
It became a hole again,
Up there above my bed!
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by kimberly young
©1998
