Playful stars, full of mirth,
tossed their luster down to earth.
Sparkles floating through the skies
landed in your bright blue eyes.
It’s Only Words #3 – for my granddaughter
Tag: children’s poem
‘Tis the Season for Wishes
In this season of wish lists and gift-giving, perhaps this is what children REALLY want:
A CHILD’S WISH LIST
Hide me, seek me,
chase me ‘round the tree.
Catch me, hold me,
bounce me on your knee.
Rock me, hug me,
cheer me when I’m sad.
Nurture me, enrich me,
forgive me when I’m bad.
Surprise me, delight me,
treat me to your laughter.
Excite me, train me,
give me a task to master.
Comfort me, soothe me,
heal me when I’m hurt.
Protect me, warn me,
help me stay alert.
Notice me, advise me,
correct me when I’m wrong.
Enjoy me, cherish me,
miss me when I’m gone.
Prepare me, lead me,
expect me to be kind.
Calm me, quiet me,
allow me to unwind.
Support me, guide me,
encourage me not to quit.
Humor me, indulge me,
spoil me just a bit.
Praise me, inspire me,
teach me how to pray.
Believe me, trust me,
find me if I stray.
See me, hear me,
answer me when I call.
Accept me, respect me,
love me most of all!
This is not a new poem – I wrote it for my grandson when he was 6 months old. You know, when our children and grandchildren are babies, we have such dreams for them! We are positive we can make their little world nearly perfect. Then life happens; we get overwhelmed, they get more demanding and we realize that perfection is not even close to attainable, nor should it be! But raising good, respectful, happy children isn’t impossible. We must simply remember what’s important to THEM!
I pictorialized this photo with a “colored pencil” edit.
WHO WANTS TO PLAY?
I’m all about letting kids simply be kids, so when I’m with my grandchildren, I let them chose how we play. The one-year-old currently plays with anything he can see, grab and put in his mouth! He is also attracted to sound. If it makes noise, wonderful! If it doesn’t, he bangs it against something until it does.
The four-year-old, on the other hand, prefers pretend play. Sounds easy, right? Well, pretend play is not all that simple! As the co-player, I am required to listen, follow instructions and role play. But for her, pretending is an excellent exercise in self-esteem. When she uses her imagination, she can be anyone or anything she wants to be – and that’s a valuable lesson!
When kids use their imagination instead of playing preconceived games, their communication skills and the wisdom of their choices are an immediate consequence. Believe me, if the direction of our play isn’t going well, my granddaughter is quick to “pretend” something else entirely!
Last summer she and I took a nice, long walk. We picked dandelions and blew them into the wind and we watched the sun peek in and out of the clouds. When we got back from our walk, she pretended to be a dandelion so I could “pick her”! Here is a poem I wrote for her after we played:
WHO WANTS TO PLAY
“Who wants to play with me today?”
said the wind to no one in particular.
A dandelion nearby held its’ head up high
and hollered, “I do! Pick me!”
So the wind swept it lofty and ever so softly
they soared through the day together.
“Who wants to play with me today?”
said the rain to no one in particular.
A creek barely flowing said “Come, let’s get going!
We’ll build ourselves a river to the sea.”
So the rain joined the creek until it ran deep
and they rushed through the day together.
“Who wants to play with me today?”
said the cloud to no one in particular.
A ray of sun flickered by, “Let’s hide-and-seek in the sky!
It’s a game we can play forever!”
So they hid and they peeked; they teased and they sneaked,
and they skipped through the day together.
“Who wants to play with me tonight?”
said the moon to no one in particular.
A dream just forming wanted to sleep until morning
but the moon cried, “It’s now or it’s never!”
So the two became friends and each of them spends
their quiet nights playing together.
