Races Around The Field

On sports day
the five and six year olds
run their own long distance
races around the school
playing field.

On their last lap
teachers and parents
stand by the finish line
with clipboards and stop watches.
The six year olds’ teacher
is so proud of their running times
called out by parent helpers
as her charges hurtle puffing.
red faced, across the finish line.

After filling spaces beside
names on her chart she still
has two blank spaces.
She scans the field and sees
two little figures in the shade
of tall trees, sends an older child
to urge them to finish their race.

The daisies there were very big,
good for daisy chains they
explain to their teacher.
Someone else would pick
them if they didn’t.

They are very puzzled when their
teacher says they should have
waited until after the sports.
She liked their daisy chains yesterday,
– but not today.

Previously posted July 2016.

 

Races Around The Field

Baby Brother

Baby brother is dressed up
to collect his sisters from
school st home time.

Great Grandma knitted his bright
striped beanie, cousin Paul grew
out of the dashing dinosaur leggings;
little friend Oliver passed on the
jacket with Barney on it. The
tiny tartan sneakers came from
Sarah over the road, she’s at
kindergarten now, nearly a big girl.

Yes the big girls at school
will gush and coo and gasp
over him – he enjoys that already.

Mummy thinks he is cool too.
Holding him on her hip she
tickles his ribs with her free hand.
He giggles and wriggles
wiggles and jiggles
chuckles then shrieks
gleefully, joyously
grinning from ear to ear
energetically, excitedly.

It’s a happy day today !

Previously posted November 2016.

 

Baby Brother

Sunday Morning

On Sunday morning the first
awareness of the day drifts
through the sleeper’s mind as
she turns on to her side. Very
faint light shows through the
heavy curtains as she opens
her eyes slightly – too much –
she closes them again.
Luxuriating in the comfortable
warmth she sinks down into
restful blissful unconsciousness.

Bare feet pound into the room
in three year old consternation.
“The moon has gone away !
– the stars have gone away !
– the sun is shining !  And
no one is getting up !”

The sleeper is jolted awake.
A vast heap beside her groans,
stirs, a gravelly voice rumbles
that all is fine, the three year
old should go back to bed.

Little bare feet trail slowly away.
She hasn’t woken her sister, that
is hard to do. Which leaves her
looking at picture books
with Alfred Bear in bed.

Previously posted July 2016.

Sunday Morning

Brownie

Nana lives with her
ten year old dog Brownie.

When Chloe and Claire ate
their afternoon tea on the deck
with Brownie’s nose on their plates,
Nana shut Brownie in her bedroom.

Chloe sat on the floor in
Nana’s living room reading
“The Gruffalo’s Child”.
Brownie licked her feet.

“EEUUGH !” shrieked Chloe. “Tell
her to stop licking me!” Brownie
likes licking people and won’t stop.
Nana shut her out in the garden.

Chloe and Nana made special
modelling dough with flour
and water and salt. Chloe made
stars and flowers and fairies.

She put them on a tray on the bird
table to dry out, ready to paint.
Brownie jumped up high, knocked
them all to the ground, and ate them.

Chloe said she hated Brownie. Nana shut
Brownie outside while they made more
stars and flowers and fairies, and
dried them on the kitchen table.

Brownie likes early morning walks
with Nana in the park
and quiet evenings with her
in the living room.

Previously posted May 2016.

Brownie

Baby Present

Opening presents is wonderful fun.
At Christmas we were given
gel pens, pencil cases, DVD’s, books,
a Cinderella dress, a T-Ball set
and other wonderful toys.

For her birthday Claire was given
a brand new school bag with
Russian dolls painted on it,
an insects book, a threading
bead set, a painting set,
and other wonderful toys.

Wrapping paper. ribbons, bows,
and beautiful cards. It’s so
exciting opening presents.

Auntie Jo looked after us
when we came home from  school.
Mummy said we could
open her present for our
two day old baby brother.

We tore off the pretty paper,
opened the box – and stared !
What has she done ?! A truck !
“It’s for a boy,” said Auntie Jo.
“It doesn’t do anything !”
“It’s for a toddler,” said Auntie Jo.

Next morning Claire woke early
as usual and found that
pushing a truck across the carpet
is wonderful fun.
Chloe enjoyed it too.

Previously posted April 2016.

Baby Present

The Little Pink Tricycle

The little pink tricycle
with its fat white wheels
was given to Chloe
when she started to walk.

After Chloe turned four
she rode the big tricycle
– with pedals.
Now Claire happily rushed
the little pink tricycle
up and down the drive.

At four Claire tried riding
the big tricycle – with pedals.
It was slower than the pink tricycle.
Her blue Christmas scooter
was fast and fun to ride, but
Claire still remembered
good times with the pink
tricycle, still rushed it
up and down the drive.

As time went on it was not such fun.
At last Claire had to see that her knees
would not fit under the handlebars.
The little pink tricycle went slowly
now her knees had to stay
out to the sides.

With some regret she now
leaves it in the garage.

Previously posted January 2016.

The Little Pink Tricycle

Hanging Out The Washing

We’re hanging out the washing
before we go to bed.
Daddy lowered the clothesline’s end,
we pegging baby’s wash cloths.
Daddy pegs his work clothes
at the higher end.
Chloe pegs the wash cloths
at the lower end.

Claire chatters happily and
sometimes pegs  a wash cloth.
She’s had a month at school
she’s a proud big school kid now.
The “letter of the week” always
brings her great excitement.
She can’t wait until it’s “u”.
She’ll draw “underpants” in
her alphabet homework notebook
for her kind new teacher.

This baby brother cries a lot,
things get changed around.
Mummy cooked the boulognaise
but then he wailed again.
Daddy put out our dinner
then we ate it, just we three.

Here comes Mummy now,
the baby’s gone to sleep.
we’ll clean our teeth,
get into bed, and hear
our bedtime story.

Previously posted April 2016.

 

 

 

 

 

Hanging Out The Washing

Indigestion

Our baby brother screamed
and screamed last night.

Daddy said his tummy
is still settling
he is only three weeks
old. His tummy is rock
solid and very sore.

Claire kept coughing
and going to see Daddy.
Mummy said she caught
the virus because she
is still new at school.

The baby keeps sleeping
when he’s feeding today and
has to feed again later.
Mummy brought the washing
in but it is still in piles
around the living room.

Daddy came home and went
to start our bath but Chloe
was most upset at not finishing
her homework, so he heard
us read, checked her maths.
then he ran our bath.

Mummy started cooking dinner
but the baby cried again.
Daddy put dinner out
after our bath, but we
didn’t talk at dinner
like we usually do.

Mummy is sure we will all
sleep much more tonight.
We are nearly asleep already
at the dinner table.

Previously posted April 2016.

Indigestion

From the Living Room Window

From the wide open
living room window I see
the shrubs lining the garden path
backed by bright pink roses –
an uncontrolled tide flowing
luxuriantly over the trellis all
glowing in the afternoon sun.

Beyond this flourishing growth
the four year old’s curly head
turns from side to side,
nods up and down as she
works in the sandpit.

She tells her bucket and spade
she is making a vase
for the big green leaves.
She tells her watering can
they will give the leaves water.
She tells the little plastic bear
he will have the shade of
the big leaves to sit under.

The end of a black furry tail
moves to and fro around
her head, her shoulders.
Its tip drops into a hook,
flicks upright, then flicks
into a hook again as
the black and white cat
rubs around her, absorbing
her bright chatter
her earnest play
in the afternoon sunshine.

Previously posted January 2016.

From the Living Room Window

Picking Flowers

Tall trees shade
the garden’s back corner
where plants sprawl over the ground
in a rampant wilderness.
Violets spread prolifically
around gnarled tree roots
their clumps of leaves
speckled with tiny purple flowers.
Wandering Jew crawls
over tree roots
around violets and
long stemmed grass clumps.
Bright green oxalis starred
with tiny mauve flowers
fills in the  gaps.

The three year old is
enthralled by this
multi hued carpet
dappled light and dark
by wind fluttered leaves;
enchanted by its flowers and
tall grass seed stems.

She walks through it
picking flowers
seed stems
followed by the
black and white cat
who stares up at the branches
watching birds fly away
when his collar bell jingles.

Previously posted January 2016.

Picking Flowers