Little Explorer

October 30, 2013Yoshiko Poetry, Rhyme / Rhythm 7 Comments

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.

Beg to Unlock

September 28, 2013Yoshiko Poetry, Rhyme / Rhythm Leave a comment

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

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.

Penguin Slide Down

May 5, 2013Yoshiko Metaphor, Poetry 4 Comments

At the playground
Climb! Climb!
Climb the stairs
Take turn to
Slide down the slide

Penguins sliding toy
Climb! Climb!
Climb the stairs
Take turn to
Slide down the slide

On the playground,
Toddlers are the penguins.

Inspiration On: Saturday, 4 May 2013 at 2:45pm
Inspiration On: Sunday, 5 May 2013 at 11:12pm

As I was accompanying my son to play at a playground and to observe the toddlers climb little staircase to slide down, reminded me of the toy where the penguins climb up the staircase then slide down to the lowest staircase. It is a repetitive cycle. This sum up with the playground result the above inspirations.

An Energetic Toddler

April 27, 2013Yoshiko Poetry, Rhyme / Rhythm Leave a comment

His howling is noisy
His touching is nosey

Concern is his joy
Furry is his toy

Soft hair is fluffy
Soft toy is stuffy

Pluck out his dad’s beard
Tuck in beard to his chin

A toddler full of energy
An energetic toddler
Such an energetic toddler.

Inspiration On: Monday, 22 April 2013 at 11:24pm
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 25 April 2013 at 9:12pm

Though my son enjoys touching safe and even dangerous objects, he is a loving and adorable baby boy to me. My son talks a lot and tends to howl, but he loves soft toy besides of car and balls. My husband and I often felt tired with our son due to his high energy level. I need to step in to tell him to prepare to sleep or else he runs around rampantly and continually laugh loudly.

Smoke Out Of Dinosaur’s Mouth

January 28, 2013Yoshiko Poetry, Rhyme / Rhythm 6 Comments

Puff! Puff!
Smoke puffs out of a dinosaur toy.
Oh, it will need water
Or else
It will be on fire.

Run
RUN
RUN to bathroom.
WATER.
Water, water.
Bucket under the tap water
Open the tap water
Then closes it.

Run
RUN
RUN to smoky dinosaur toy.
Pour
POUR
POUR the pail of water onto
The smoky dinosaur toy.
SPLASH!

It will be well now.
Place it onto the floor.
Press its button.
OH! It doesn’t operate anymore.
It doesn’t operate anymore.
It doesn’t operate . . .
It doesn’t . . .
It . . .
. . .

Inspiration On: Sunday, 27 January 2013 at 6:17pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 28 January 2013 at 3:23pm

My mother in law shared about my husband’s eldest brother when he was young. The above poetry is an inspiration from the actions his eldest brother did to his own toy. In addition, I put myself in his point of view in order to understand him as a toddler. Most of the time, different toddlers are unique and distinct. And most are being misunderstood by the adults and label them who are the naughtiest. Now, my brother in law is an electrician and he can repair any household things.

After The End Of The Day

January 24, 2013Yoshiko Poetry, Rhyme / Rhythm 2 Comments

After the mid of the day
The sun wave goodbye
The moon takes over.

After the end of the day
The tidied table turns into
Messy table.
A table filled with toys.

After the end of the day
The neat floor turns into
Messy floor.
Floor covered with torn papers and toys.

After the end of the day
He needs to tidy his toys;
He needs to throw papers to recycle bin;
He brushes his teeth;
He changes to pyjamas;
He travels to a dream world
With a smile during sleep.

Inspiration On: Wednesday, 23 January 2013 at 1:25am
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 24 January 2013 at 3:46pm