For Kids' Sake

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A Collection of Mother's Favorites



Wounds

Mommy, get a band-aid.
I fell and skinned my knee.
Mommy, please spank Tommy.
He took a stick to me.
Mommy, I have a toothache.
Please don't pull it out.
Mommy, you make my ears hurt.
Why must you always shout?
Mommy, are you listening?
Mommy, can't you hear?
Mommy, can't you see I'm hurt?
Look Mommy,
Here's a tear.

~P.S. Colley




Until I met him..........

I never knew a block of wood could be so many things.
I never knew a tab top could be a diamond ring.
I never knew a mattress could be a trampoline.
I never knew that little men lived behind the screen.
I never knew a piece of rope could be a rattlesnake.
I never knew a pile of mud could be a chocolate cake.
I never knew a shadow could be a monster's home.
I never knew that white shampoo caused the ocean's foam.
I never knew that bunnies lived in tops of trees.
I never knew a little boy could think as much as he......

Until I met him.

~P.S. Colley
For Jason, 1978


A Day of Him

Building blocks,
       Throwing rocks,
               Peeing in his pants.
Turning low
         The radio,
                    Striking up a dance.
Faking smiles,
          Kicking piles,
                  Pulling puppy's tail.
Getting tan,
           Piling sand,
                   Filling up his pail.
Exploring the store,
            Begging for more,
                     Picking up the phone.
Having fun,
             But missing someone,
                      Daddy will soon be home.

~P.S. Colley
For Jason, 1978


 Pain drop

A raindrop dripped upon my head
And trickled down my nose.
My mom mistook it for a tear,
Her sympathy arose.
"Poor child", she cried.
"What pains you so?"
"Please tell your worried mother."
Before I could reply a word
She ran to get my father.
"Poor child", he cried.
"What pains you so?"
"'Tis strife, or life, or bother?"
Before I could reply a word
He ran to get the doctor.
"Poor child," he cried.
"What pains you so?"
"Here, let me take a look."
Before I could reply a word
He opened up his book.
"Poor child," it read,
"If pain persists"
"Then quickly go to bed."
So here I lie and wonder why
Rain dripped upon my head.
Poor child am I,
What pains me so?
Why is life so complex?
Who'd have thought a simple drop of rain
Could create such a mess?

~ P.S. Colley






 

Comments

  1. PS ColleyApril 25, 2025 at 3:47 PM

    These poems were written at a time in the late 70's when I was experiencing the joys of a first child Hopefully, other mothers can relate, as well, to these antics of children and the reactions of unsuspecting parents.

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