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眼睛快 头脑快 耳朵快 鼻子快 手脚快 脚快 手快 嘴唇快 口快 喉咙快 头手脚度快 |
Speedy eyes Speedy brain Speedy ears Speedy nose Speedy feet A pair of speedy hands and feet Speedy hands Speedy lips Speedy mouth Speedy throat Speedy brain, hands and feet |
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 27 November 2013 at 8pm
Inspiration On: Thursday, 28 November 2013 at 10am
This poetry was triggered during conversation dinner with my husband. I shared how our 35 months son sneakily stealed a Milo drink packs from our snack box.
Running around
Jumping around
Climbing doors
Climbing chairs
Climbing drawers
Climbing window grills
Peeling stickers out of toys
Peeling any peel-able stuffs
Plucking out Barbie heads
Dismantling plastic chairs
Turn chairs upside down into a slide
Turn oven knobs until it plucks out
Stamping cute stamps onto bed head
Scratching hair and body
Turning the house into a playground
But
Pats me when I’m sick
Share his biscuits with everyone he loves
Caring those who care him
Caring towards younger babies
Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 10:42pm to 11pm
Even though my 39 months toddler is exploring and meddling around the house, he is a caring and hardworking baby.
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
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.
Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof!
Turning head
Eyes scan through
Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof!
Ears detect barking dog
In a unit amongst the block
Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof!
Silence
Where? Where?
Where is the dog?
It barks
Do not disturb
My sleep
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 6 August 2013 at 10:36pm
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 7 August 2013 at 10am
While my son, husband, and I walked home, we passed by a block. Suddenly, a mini dog’s bark was heard nearby. My son was searching the dog, but it stopped barking. As if the dog fell asleep so I explained to him that probably the dog informed not to disturb its sleep.
Restless on bed
Growls
He requests for more
More milk
Scoop the milk powder
Drop it into milk bottle
Close it tightly
Shake! Shake!
Dissolving milk powder with water
Suddenly
Creak!
Bam!
My head stuck out of kitchen door
Nobody is there
Who?
My son?
Carry the milk bottle
Plucking the nipple into his
Hungry mouth
Interrogate who plays door
Nod nod
Confess during
Glug glug
Drinking his milk hungrily
Replying his impatience
Finish drinking milk
Letting go the milk bottle to me
Droopy eyes
Drink water and
Dozes off to dreamland
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 3 July 2013 at 12:10am
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 5 July 2013 at 1:20am
My toddler requested to have another round of milk because his stomach growled. While I was shaking the milk bottle, suddenly my room door creak and bam. Sticking my head out, nobody was there. Upon entering my room and plucking the milk bottle to him, I gently asked him the one who opened and closed the door. Nodding while drinking his milk, he confessed. Huh? I do wonder the reason for him doing so. Probing it to know he was being impatient. After his milk, he dozed off easily.
Two wild kittens
TEAR
Wrapping paper
Out of the
Large gift box
Shouting joyfully
Messing the floor
With
Torn pieces of paper
Scattered on the floor
Picking up the torn paper
One by one
Throwing it into trash bag
Assembling the toys
Seeking help to assemble
The kitchen set
Two kittens play heartily
Inspiration On: Saturday, 22 June 2013 at 2:54pm
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 23 June 2013 at 9:36pm
It is the day to celebrate my son’s birthday. My niece helped him to open his birthday gift from her mum.
Is quiet being considered as weak?
Does refusing to fight back is considered weak?
We, the introverts, prefer to avoid quarrel
We dislike fight
We dislike quarrel
We hope the bully starters to stop barking
Why should you (bully starters) find fault with us?
What do you (bully starters) dislike in us?
We, the introverts, love peace
We love quietness
We love amicable resolution
We wish the bully starters to respect our boundaries
Bully starters, please stop bullying the weak
Before the situation switch over
And you regret your attitudes and doings
Be more understanding
Be more respectful
Please stop your bullying upon the quiet
Inspiration On: Saturday, 22 June 2013 at 1:35am to 2:16am
Recently, my niece and nephew came from abroad with their mother for a few days. They are my cousin’s wife and children. So they lodge at my house. My son was very happy to have a friend to play. My niece chose to stay home than going out with her mother and my mother. At first, he allowed her to play his tricycle then I snatched back. Sometimes he resort to hitting. He hit my niece who is older than him by one year. But she reminds me of myself. Though she was hit a few times, she didn’t fight back. She chooses to avoid fight hoping the relationship will be well again. Though they are well again, the disagreement happened again. Of course, this raged me and told my son to stop hitting. I can resonate with my niece’s feeling. She is quiet who colours well and mind her own things. I enjoy looking at her colouring.
Recalling of my bad memories to be bullied at school and at home, my mindset resurfaced much clearer now.
Press the seat adjustment button
The chair lengthens up
Climb up
Press the seat adjustment button
The chair shortens
Climbs down
Repeat these steps continuously enthusiastically
Inspiration On: Friday, 7 June 2013 around 1:30pm
Inspiration On: Sunday, 9 June 2013 at 7:30pm
My son enjoys playing this game out of curiosity.
A plastic bag full of papers
Willingly to throw onto
The stacks of old newspapers
Pulling out pieces of paper
Stack it up onto the newspapers
My helper needs my intervention
Specifically intervene his task
Stack the plastic bag onto
The stacks of old newspapers
Will do
Inspiration On: Friday, 7 June 2013 at 9:45pm
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 9 June 2013 at 2:31pm
I was clearing the documents and removing those older ones. My family have the habit to keep paper and dispose it at the appropriate place. My son loves to help around.
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
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.
Yoshiko 