Poetry Corner

Little hands upon the book,

Eyes so eager to see

A spark of happiness lights up her face,

" Could this really be for me?"

The first page is wonderful, pages full of wonderful colour,

Words come from my mother, just like a lullaby.

By the last page it is getting very late,

So it is time to say goodbye.

All night I will dream such wonderful dreams,

All from that fabulous book.

Tomorrow night is another night,

So I will get another book.

- by Jessica -

she pulled me up by the foot, from the box

and squealed in

sweet delight

with the discovery that

my eyes are the kind

that open

and shut

it does get rather dizzying at times.

she dresses me in blue-flowered blouses

and red, striped pants

my hair is a hurricane photograph

yet I love her unconditionally as she loves me.

she has become a teenager

thought of

as very cool

and I'm hidden in her underwear drawer

yet I love her unconditionally

as she might love me.

Grown up and in school

she's left me on the shelf

for friends of the family

to play with

she comes back once a month

and when no one is looking

gives me a quick hug.

she's almost forgotten me now

soon to have a baby, a real one

and

I'm covered in dust

yet I love her unconditionally

as she once loved me.

- by Coral

 

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