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.

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.

Absent-Minded Mr. Rabbit

Mr. Rabbit
The Mr. Rabbit
Who is
Glued to the newspaper
Ended in
Glued onto the wet asphalt
And
STUCK!

Glued in talking to the rescuers
Ended in
Drowned
Into a
River.

Indeed
Stop!
Look!
Listen!
On the road
Walking on the road
Unless
You want
To be
The object of LaUgH!

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 25 May 2013 at 1:50pm to 2:37pm

While re-watching the DVD by Richard Scarry on Silly Stories with my son, the Absent-Minded Mr. Rabbit who is stuck on the new asphalt birthed this poetry. This began with, “Glued to the newspaper. Glued onto the wet cement” then realized that asphalt is the correct word instead of cement.

Stern & Wary Look

Snatch!
Snatching something from a pocket!
A lollipop in his right palm.
Dad guffaws
Toddler whimpers with hands on air
Dad returns lollipop
Toddler swiftly drop it
Into his pocket.

Sticking in his right palm
Into his pocket
Stern look
Wary look
To guard
His precious lollipop
As he holds his dad’s big palm with his left palm.

Sticking in his right palm
Into his pocket
Stern look
Wary look
Guarding his precious lollipop
Throughout our journey home
Throughout the journey paths
As we walk home.

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 12 March 2013 at 12:15am

In the mall, my husband bought our son two lollipops after our dinner. My toddler gave one lollipop to me then he kept the last one to himself. His dad asked him for his portion. My son asked back the lollipop from me. But his dad didn’t want and chose to pick his portion. He made fun of our son causing him to whimper wanting his lollipop back. The second circumstance occurred until we reached home.

Embarking On

Embarking on
A dangerous quest
A dangerous journey
Into
A dark heinous cave.

Outside the cave
Six black crows gawk
Standing on the wire pole
An ominous sign
Fear creeps in
Palm perspires
Racing heartbeats
Thumping heartbeats
Panic arise
Questioning
“Should I continue?”
“Should I enter?”

Seconds . . .
Minutes . . .
Hours . . .
Have passed.
Gathering courage
To enter
A dark heinous cave
Full of cobwebs
Full of bats
Full of booby traps.

Passing through
Those dangerous traps
And see
A bright and shiny
Gold coins.
Carefully and slowly
Execute the procedures
As stated in the book.

Then
Passing through
Those dangerous traps again.
Leaving the
Dark heinous cave
As the
Six black shiny crows
Standing
Looking at
The black passing shadow
The shadow of the
Anonymous man.

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Inspiration On: Friday, 22 February 2013 at 7:25pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 26 February 2013 at 8:40pm

It began with, “Embarking on
A dangerous quest
A dangerous journey into dungeon”. Upon writing it down, gradually other words also flowed out completing the blanks as the pictures in my mind moves.

To Scare To Brush Teeth

Looking desperately,
Searching desperately
From the Internet
For
Children pictures
Losing teeth.
Wanting
Wanting to scare
My toddler
To brush his teeth.

Saving image
Printing image
Showing image to him.
Laughingly
He wants to lose his teeth.

Only with my husband
He explains
He reasons
Nothing wrong for
Our toddler happily to lose his teeth.
Oh!
I want to faint!
Oh!
I laugh!
Laugh funnily at my stupid mistake.
A stupid mistake,
A stupid mistake
Such a stupid mistake!
To choose pictures with
Laughing children
Without teeth.

Laughing children
Without teeth
Is liken to
A cute lion to scare.
Is it scary?
My husband’s queries me.

Both of us
Laugh
And
Laugh
At my stupid mistake.

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 14 February 2013 at 11:04pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 15 February 2013 at 1:26am

The reason I want to scare my toddler is to make him to want to brush his teeth. I have been having a hard time to make him to brush his teeth.