Friday, March 26, 2010
Four poems for children by Kim McDonald
But he just sits and shakes his head
He’d rather keep it for himself!
Baby plays with alphabet blocks
Those old wooden with As, Bs, and Ds
That are stacked on some Is, Ts, and Es
And L, M, N, Os
And P, Q, R, S-es
And W, Vs
And Z, Ys and X-es
Oh I know there’s a few I forgot
And a few out of order as well
But who really cares and who’s going to tell
The baby who can’t even spell
He won’t know that we’re calling HIM
Because my sister named him ‘Plaid’
I have three bright colours
Yellow, Red and Blue
And I have a pretty smock
And lots of paper too.
Mother bought me finger paints
And having so much fun
I lost my concentration
And now look what I’ve done.
My fingers kept on sliding
Moving fast and free
And now the kitchen tablecloth
Is artwork done by me.
Kim McDonald lives in Brampton, Ontario, with her husband, two children and loveable but stubborn Boxer Lab. A career banker, she will soon be celebrating her 20th anniversary in the Financial Industry. Inspired as a child by the poems of Shel Silverstein, she is rediscovering her love of poetry and the lighter side of life.
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