Magpie Child

There you are randomly pecking away.
It’s my Magpie Child, sorting her prey.
Bottle top, wrapper, something out of place,
Nothing’s unimportant, junk’s to your taste.
Spotting the out of ordinary.
Tasting it, eugh, is that necessary?
Try and really think about what you do,
Are you eating all sorts of animal pooh?

Watching you look at the bits that you find,
It’s see-through joy, it’s a shame we’ve become blind.
All your finds you clearly treat like pure gold.
If I were your toys, I think I would be sold.
Seeing all this pleasure your gold can give,
I’ll save some things from the bin, let them live.
You do bring life to everything you touch,
It’s one of the reasons we love you so much.

Mama Grace

39 thoughts on “Magpie Child

  1. Such a beautiful poem! I love watching Ben playing with things whether it be food or toys, his inquisitive nature is really fascinating to watch!
    Thank you for sharing this with us at #TriumphantTales. I hope to see you next week

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  2. Lovely writing. I had a little giggle about the Animal Pooh, but you really captured what children are about and it reminds me to stop and watch my child more and see things through there eyes as they see everything so differently. #TriumphantTales


  3. It’s amazing what random items can capture a child’s imagination, and things they find interesting. Both my girls love stones and we have a big stone collection in the garden that they’ve made from trips all over the place #triumphanttales


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