Poems Inspired by a Child

September 1, 2010 05:35 by Jami

Dream
She calls into the night.
Voice too soft for daddy’s dreams,
I stumble, heart awake, to her.
“Momma,” she whispers,
“I’ve had a bad think.”

Shivery
I’m shivery cold
all over myself
and covered with wee little spots.
I think the name
my mommy gives them
is something a bit like goose dots.

Geography
The place
where all
the books live
is the
live
berry.

Four Year Old Puzzle
I have these feelings
inside me,
but the feelings
don’t tell me
the words.

Originally published in Mother, Warrier, Pilgrim