POETRY

by

Angela

Flowers for Mommy

Hop, hop, hop

Skip, skip, skip

Quick,  quick, quick

Run, run, run

Fast, fast, fast

To the field I go

To pick wild flowers

For Mommy

Smiles, smiles, smiles

Kiss, kiss, kisses

On my forehead

When I give them to her

Feels like butterflies

All nice and warm

In my tummy

Puddle Time

Rain, rain, rain

Puddles, puddles, puddles in my yard

Boots on my feet

Umbrella in my hand

Out the door I go

Splash, splash, splash

Kick, kick, kick

Giggle, giggle, giggle

Oh my gosh, I am in big trouble

What a mess I have made

Mud on my boots, mud on me

Momma looking out the window

Frown on her face

I am in big, big, big trouble

Momma looks at me

Momma looks at the puddle

Momma sticks two feet in

Takes both my hands

And spins me around in a circle

In the middle of the puddle

Laugh, laugh, laugh

We both fall in the middle of the puddle

Giggle, giggle, giggle

It’s the best, best, best day

In the rain, rain, rain

With Momma in the middle of the puddle