Grandma’s Pyjama

Mischievous and swiftly runs into grandma’s room
Noticing the opening of upper pyjama
Head slips into grandma’s pyjama
Then
Head slips out of grandma’s pyjama
Laughingly comment
The mole at her chest
They laugh together

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Inspiration On: Monday, 4 November 2013 at 11:20pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 5 November 2013 at 1:58am

This was the most embarrassing situation and too late for me to intervene. My helper reported me about this. My forty months son confessed to me this incident. All I can do was to speak to him to stop such action. Thanks for reading my poetry and hope you all enjoy this.

Looking For

The minute I left the room
Tap tap tap
Here comes the toddler
Like a magnet
Like a glue
Needing me to accompany him
To brush teeth
To play
To sleep

Knocking grandma’s room
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”
Knocking bathroom door
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”
Knocking my room
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”
Peeking into the kitchen
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”

Tap tap tap
Here comes the toddler
Like a magnet
Like a glue
Needing me to accompany him
To brush teeth
To play
To sleep

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Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 1:20am to 4pm

It has been a month for my 39 months toddler sticks like a glue to me to accompany him in everything he does. Therefore, such experience births this poetry and I missed my friends and wordpress friends.

Beg to Unlock

Genesis is
Thump into his playroom
Lock!
Open door knob
Closing the door
Carrying own toys out

Again
Thump into his playroom
Lock!
Open door knob
But press lock from inside
Before
Closing the door
Carrying own toys out

Third round
Thump into his playroom
But . . . But . . .
The door won’t open
Dash to his grandma
Begging her solution
Pulling out her bunch of keys
Identify the key to insert into keyhole
Playroom door is unlocked
He gratefully thank her

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 22 August 2013 around 11pm

This event occurred in the afternoon while I was attending an event to hone my media skills. My helper then my mother reported this to me in the night. Such a funny thing my three years toddler did such a thing.

Kick The Air

At the kitchen
Kick the air
Sandals fly
Landed onto
Table

On the bed
Kick the pillow
Pillow flies over
Landed onto
Grandma’s face

At the living room
Kick the air
Shoes fly over
Landed onto
Poor crying floor

Kick the air
Kick the air
Kick and kick

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Inspiration On: Friday, 12 July 2013 from 10:48pm to 10:55pm

My son loves in my mother’s room. Nowadays, he tends to kick the air to remove his shoes and sandals. While he was drinking milk on her bed, he kicked the pillow and it fell onto his grandma’s face.

Spray

Carrying around
The house
Jumping around
The sofa
Dashing around
The house
Climbing around
Metal doors
Chasing after
Grandma
Grabbing after
Colourful pictures

Heartbeat races
Adrenaline rush
Shouts of joy
Perspires unceasingly

Joining his grandma
Into her room
Meddling cosmetic drawer
Holding onto
Perfume bottle
Grandpa intervenes to
Stop him from
Dropping it
But

Spray! Spray!
Spray onto left armpit
Spray! Spray!
Spray onto right armpit
Surrender perfume bottle

Desiring to eliminate
Strong odour
Coming out of
Armpits

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 18 June 2013 at 4:54pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 19 June 2013 at 2:01am

The poetry written by Busy Mind Thinking about obsession at http://busymindthinking.com/2013/06/18/obsession/ reminded me of this poetry. This poetry is about the time my son was around two years old who knew that his armpits were smelly due to perspiration. Entering his grandma’s room, he meddle her drawer full of cosmetics. Within the cosmetics, he unknowingly grabbed onto a perfume bottle. The alarmed grandpa shouted at him to put the perfume back. Upon knowing it is a perfume, he instantly sprayed it onto his armpits. An angry situation turned into humour. Grandparents had a good laugh. At night, my helper narrated this event.

Jealous Baby Boy

Just a few countable words to grandma
He grabs grandma’s left hand swiftly
His uncle pretends to grab grandma’s right hand
Whining and grabs grandma’s hand stronger
Whining angrily
Impatiently waiting for his uncle to leave grandma
Nobody can replace grandma
Grandma only belongs to him
Grandma is his only
He won’t share her to anyone

Grandma goes out with grandpa
He wailed whiningly
As a sign of disagreement
Grandma only belongs to him
Grandma is his only
He won’t share her to anyone

Instead, he loves his aunt very much
Picks up the telephone
Dial randomly
Speaking imaginatively to his aunt
Anticipating of her visit zealously

On the playground
A toddler older than him hold his dad
He instantly snatches his dad
He disagree instantly for me to be with that toddler
Pissed of that toddler
Target that toddler among others
Whenever that toddler fills the basket with colourful ball
Quietly he presses the button
The button to throw the colourful balls out of the basket
To let that toddler’s collected ball flows out
Repetitively he does so
And continuously does so
Without rest
With a revengeful smile
Oh, that toddler is a boy

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 5 June 2013 At 9:45pm

Seems that my son is jealous of his grandpa and uncle (my younger brother), particularly towards boy and men. He is extremely close to his grandma and loves her the most. That grandma is my mother. He slept beside her from second months to eight months before transferred to his cot. Is this a phase of a toddler’s life? But he is not jealous of my elder sister (his aunt). In fact, he loves her and listens to her more than me.

First to third stanzas are everyday events, but the playground case was the most recent case. I left the playground for toilet after the snatching event. When I returned, I was puzzled of my son to continuously pressed the throw ball button quietly. Upon reaching home, my husband told me what happened when I left the playground for toilet. Though he is a sweet and caring boy, I can’t believe of my son’s jealousy.

Swaying Butt

Refusing to brush his teeth;
Feet sticking to the wall;
Arms onto grandma’s bed.
Helper shouts for his dad’s help.
His dad enters grandma’s room
With a dark face
Nearing him . . .

Brooh! Brooh! Brooh!
Saliva onto his dad’s face
IMPOLITE!
Hand is going to slap!
But . . .
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Repetitively
Avoid his slapping hand.
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Continuously
Avoid his slapping hand again.

Stop his butt and . . .
SLAP!
Mouth turns downward
Sad . . .
Holding his tears.
He is sorry.
His dad returns to his room;
Downward mouth turns upward
Grinning!

Inspiration On: Saturday, 2 February 2013 at 12:02am

After I reached home from attending self-publishing workshop, my mother and helper reported to me of my toddler’s second mischief. So the above inspiration was birthed forth. During the swaying of butt, my helper laughed until her stomach pain.

Bam to Poo

BAM! BAM! BAM!
Bam the door!
Bam with his buttock.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Shouting to his grandma
He wants to poo.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Grandma panics
Swiftly shower
BAM! BAM! BAM!
She opens
The bathroom door
And left swiftly.

On the toilet bowl,
He laughingly,
“No pooing.”

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 2 February 2013 at 12:02am

After I reached home from attending self-publishing workshop, my mother and helper reported to me of my toddler’s michief. So the above inspiration was birthed forth.