KidsSpeak

[IP: 'The words just came out of my mouth.' Actually I had remembered this as 'You took the words out of my mouth', and as it was linked to the idea of recording, my mind drifted to this kind of subject, which isn't very closely connected to either I suppose. These are a few I've found on the idea –they were published on here individually quite a while ago}

On prematurely awaking from a car-nap (a 2¾ year old)
"I fell asleep in the car,
but it really wasn’t quite far
enough, I suddenly woke
as if I’d been given a prod, or a poke.
I felt all groggy and thick in the head,
so I’m mournfully moaning, and groaning, instead
of smiling, so everyone else can feel miserable too;
– until I forget, and find something to do.

Sometimes a biscuit or drink, makes me shake
out of my misery, properly awake,
ready for having a load of good fun,
– I’ll shout, and I’ll jump, and rush out and run!

Take care! they say.
What a bother and fuss!
… but I guess I don’t like the look of that bus!"

Little boy lost …
Little boy lost in a great big crowd
pushing and bumping, the noise very loud;
a forest of legs, and a sea of shoes –
"I don’t think my Mummy’s are any of those.

"If I were to shout, they would all look down,
and all of those eyes would stare at me, and frown."

Suddenly,'Sh!' 'Hush!' 'Quiet!' then loud and clear
booms out a voice, “Can everyone hear?
A little boy’s lost – has somebody seen
a lad with red jumper and trousers (– um?) – green?'

"Then they do look down, and they pull back away:
'Here he is!' 'There he is' many voices say.
I’m all alone and I stare at my toes
– a rush and a cry, and my Mummy throws
her arms tight around me, 'Here’s my son!'
There’s a great big cheer, and I cling to my Mum!"

Nearly three – “You can’t see me!”
Nearly 3,
hide behind a tree –
“You can’t see me!”
though a spotty anorak
is sticking out from round the back!

“You can’t see me!
Yes, I know
I forgot to go
behind the tree,–
my eyes are shut, so
You can’t see me!”

“I’ve closed my eyes,
to give a surprise;
I can’t see you,
I’ll open them wide,
and when I do –
did you see me hide?”

Walking along,
holding hands,
‘Where have they gone?’
I feel the bump,
and hear the giggle,
‘Where can they be?
Behind my knee?’
“You can’t see me!”
‘Have you gone far?’
“Boo!” ‘Oh! There you are!’

How long is high?
"Mary can reach the table bottom,
I can reach the top,
Dan can reach the curtain rail
– but where does growing stop?

"Dad can’t reach the ceiling, quite,
and if we climb the tree,
the sky is ever so far away
from Dad and Dan and me.

"You’d have to be a bird to go
up into all that blue
– but can they reach the fluffy cloud,
and could they travel through?

"Is there blue above the cloud?
a 'roof' up somewhere too?
with painted stars that shine at night?
… But what do rockets do?

"Do spaceships fly up, up more high
to travel to the moon?
and on and on to Mars and stars?
… I’ll know the answers soon!"

A 5-year old’s bedroom
"I open my eyes, and what do I see?
My own little world that is just for me –
the curtains whose shapes and figures I weave
into stories of heroes and make believe;
the cupboards and drawers full of ever so much –
bundles of clothes, special stones, and such,
bits of old toys that I use in a way
that’s different from what the instructions say;
the shelves with my books – some I’ve had for so long
(the newer ones haven’t yet grown to belong);
the fort from a box which contained once a ’fridge,
my brother’s old bricks for the railway-line’s bridge …

I love all our house, but this is my space,
this is my corner, the bestest place."

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