Her ears are like little shells, Catching the whispers of sound. She dips them in the water, Where mermaid treasure is found. Flower stars, adorn her ears, Where once, her soft skin was bare. Turning eight, she shows no fear, But seeks her birthstone with care. __________________________________ My oldest daughter is turning eight and has…
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Good Friday
There have been sunsets of significance, in my life, many times before. But on this Good Friday, it was more. As a child I’d grimaced, at His gruesome death. I still can’t understand the cruelty, that people can inflict. The hot cross buns, that tasted yum, did not sit well, in my tum. I knew…
Lyrical Sunday: Animals (with a focus on ‘Insects’ from Charlotte)
© Charlotte Lee (Age 7), April 2011 © Sarah Lee, April 2011 _____________________________________ We hope you’ve enjoyed reading this week’s poems. If you’d like to join in, please click on the ‘Lyrical Sunday’ badge below to find out how this began and how to be involved. The ‘Linky’ will remain open all week, so join in…
Theme for Week 11 of Lyrical Sunday: Colours
The theme for Week 11 of Lyrical Sunday is ‘COLOURS‘. Either choose one colour or many. Sophie and Charlotte came up with the theme and have already written their poems, which they would like me to share with you in this post. Here’s some links that may help inspire… A Hint of Poetry: ‘The Use…
Lyrical Sunday – Monsters (with a special poem from Chinese Grandma!)
The Red Monster – Our Jim by Chinese Grandma We have a little monster, Who came to visit us, All the way from England, On a plane and on a bus. He is a little devil, And likes to move about, In the trees and bushes, Of that there is no doubt. He hid inside…
Lyrical Sunday – Week 3: Flowers
Fragrant Embrace by Sarah Sweet peas through my window climb, Descended from the vines of time. Growing wild, in the mountains of Sicily, Reaching out, with tendrils, so sisterly. I watch the green shoots, stretch out and grow, a Vision of my sister and her love doth flow. Climbing those hills, where sweet peas wind,…
Thoughts for a New Year
When the year is done, and the time ticks on, We think of the past, and what is to come. We look, deep inside, and seek out the truth, For our spirit speaks, with an honest tongue. The path is clear, our goals are set, and yet, We fear, the inner torment, of, self doubt….
I Am: ‘Sleep is for the Weak’ Writing Workshop
I Am Alive in the moment. Engaged in the now. A body of excitement, Bathed in the sun’s glow. Traces of the sea, stay to play. As my skin drips, with jewels of spray. The taste on my tongue is salty sweet, Whilst waves of foam crash at my feet. I giggle as the surf…
Poem about the time someone made you smile: ALICE
A Articulate is not a word we can yet attribute to your name, Although your name does start with A. Adorable Alice, of words yet lame, Although many attractive sounds you say. L Mama, Dada, Baba… all arouse a smile and more. We listen with attentive ears. Learning your language is never a bore, Love…
Running in the spring sunshine
There’s a feeling in the air, Which tints fair skin that’s bare, Turns pretty petals to its stare, And makes children want to run without a care. The school field fills with bare footed running, On daises and clover that bows to their chanting, Potato and spoon races, high jump and long jump, Sack races…
Baby eyes ease my tiredness through the night
Baby Eyes, by Bernard Shaw Large Baby eyes smiling joyfully at me, Baby eyes as brown as can be. Two deep pools most innocent and bright, To me are symbols of sheer delight. May I greet you every single day? For you are sunshine on my way. Other people see you smile so sweet, All…
Affordable Art
With the New Zealand Affordable Art Show on this weekend in Wellington the girls decided to create some of their own art. With the only cost being a couple of canvases and paint, this really is affordable art! I think it’s so important for children to see their art displayed in the main living areas…
Time to Chill and Eat Cake
Term three is coming to a close, And these three can’t help but strike a pose. For though they’re happy stepping out on their own, They are only too happy to strut together in town. Weekends of ballet and swimming take a break, It’s time for us to chill and eat some cake. No rushing…