Open Poetry #6 |
The Little Girl |
PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
There was a little girl who Couldn’t wake up in the morning Her mother had to fight her to move “Come on sweetie, the sun is dawning” She dozed at the breakfast table And her mother tried vainly To wake her, but wasn’t able This she could see plainly The little girl napped at school Wherever she could If she had to break the rules, Then she just would She nodded as she rode the bus And almost missed her house Because she slept more than us And was quiet as a mouse All she wanted to do was sleep And dream another dream To sink into them so deep Like floating on clouds it seemed Her eyelids felt heavy as lead In the bath she was made to take But when she crawled into bed she said, “I can’t sleep, I’m wide awake” -My attempt at humor. And what was weird, this was written 4 years before i actually had a daughter. And she don't sleep either. Weird huh? |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
not wierd..adorable..... this is very sweet... in a "manly" way LOL stalking you still, jm |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
LOL--isn't that the way it goes with kids? "He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!" -The Crucible |
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