Six Years Old
A poem written through the eyes of a six year old child.
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A poem written through the eyes of a six year old child.
#acorn. As I mature in age I notice. A tendency not previously there. More time now spent growling. Like a sore headed bear. Little or no patience. For the troubles of youth.
Chapter 3 Okay, now I have a new BFF. Her name is Mandy. At least she isn't tall enough to be In the squad. But Mandy isn't the same as Sandra one bit,inside or outside.
I remember when... --- I mean why does someone you cherish so much, disregard and hurt you.
Year 1,. The Honeymoon year. Every new day's got a new cheer. Year 2,. The start of taking care of a baby. Filled with decisions, should we's and maybe's. Years 3 through 5,.
It was another rainy day in oregon and my mom was getting ready to go to Walmart to return my goldfish.
Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~ The other day I went over to my grandmother's house. I wish she was this really smart, wise old lady that gave me advice and helped dye my hair.
We fight You shout I storm off We disagree You fail to see I fail to listen We argue You sigh I cry But ...
11. "See, she's fine." Sean reassures me for the fifth time since we got here. She's playing with other kids like a normal 5 year old, but I'm nervous she'll snap.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, March 6, 2013. Have you ever had someone knock something you like even if it doesn't harm anyone. And they hadn't even tried it.
What make us who we are. I often ponder this do you. I remember back when I was small and being pushed to be all that I could be.
I wonder what my children see when they survey their world. Is it a place of wonderment, a place of hope. Or do they fear what lay ahead.
She's rude and unkind, Always changing her mind, We're expected to follow behind. She sits in her bed, With music in her head. Doesn't care what anyone has said.
Roughly three months ago, we decided to adopt a young dog, a year old Jack Russell cross for my daughter..... My daughter suffers from depression and the therapist thought having a dog would help her...
There are lots of hormones in my house. My husband creeps round like a mouse, While Tom and I romp and stomp and stamp and shout We scream and growl, grimace and frown Whoever you are ... Watch...
The sunset shone a reddish gold. Upon two girls, just eight years old. They twirled and spun, they sang and danced. Lost within a youthful trance. A coffee table was their stage.
#sortofmakessensewithlasttwoposts 'You ready for breakfast Korea?'' 'Yes mum' 'Same as usual?'' 'Yeah, egg on bombs' 'Please?' 'Egg on bombs....please' 'How do you want your egg?' 'Runny' 'How...
A fairytale for children under 12 (or maybe for those a little older!) Part I There once was a very stupid giant.
"I don't feel good." Dad's busy pulling open drawers and slamming cupboards. Cole looks at him, then back to me. Worried. "Dad?" "Get yourself some medicine," he grumbles.
A home for waifs and strays Is all that we're good for Bunny No.
Life can be cruel. And sometimes quite kind. To think of my life. Has it comes to mind. When family causes grief. And causes you pain. Hold your head up. Not down in shame. Your stronger then ever.
Non-compliance Why do you yell all the time. Non-compliance you say is my crime, I'm growing up finding my way, Fighting the boundaries you try to lay.
That's all she talks about, pamper pamper pamper.
It's like I'm reliving my childhood again I thought I had surpassed these belittling ways " I did this yesterday" so " It's your turn today" " I cleaned the kitchen" so " You clean the...