Journal

Really, Really – A Poem

by | Dec 28, 2014 | Books

From time to time I’ll share a poem I’ve written for children, often from the child’s point of view.
I remember the day I wrote this poem. I can still hear the clever little guy pleading with his mom: He didn’t feel well, but it’s wasn’t the medicine kind of sick. All he needed was a popsicle. The poem kind of wrote itself.

Really, Really

I really don’t have fever, Mom;
I promise I’m not sick.
No medicine! A popsicle
Would really do the trick.

I really don’t have homework, Mom;
Well, just a little bit.
But I left all my books in school,
So please don’t have a fit.

I really have this project, Mom;
I can’t clean up today.
And when it’s done I know you’ll say
That children need to play.

I’m really glad that you’re my Mom;
You’ll forgive me what I did,
‘Cuz Nana says you broke things, too,
When you were just a kid!

I remember the day I wrote this poem. I can still hear the clever little guy pleading with his mom: He didn’t feel well, but it’s wasn’t the medicine kind of sick. All he needed was a popsicle. The poem kind of wrote itself.

Really, Really

I really don’t have fever, Mom;
I promise I’m not sick.
No medicine! A popsicle
Would really do the trick.

I really don’t have homework, Mom;
Well, just a little bit.
But I left all my books in school,
So please don’t have a fit.

I really have this project, Mom;
I can’t clean up today.
And when it’s done I know you’ll say
That children need to play.

I’m really glad that you’re my Mom;
You’ll forgive me what I did,
‘Cuz Nana says you broke things, too,
When you were just a kid!

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