There’s a silly noodle on my plate,
It won’t be picked up or cooperate.
Poems for Children by Mama Grace
There’s a silly noodle on my plate,
It won’t be picked up or cooperate.
Now what shall we do with this funny edged circle-square?
That doesn’t trust either shape and is now self aware.
Help me out,
Where’s your shoe?
Let’s get out,
Where’s your shoe?
Our notes go through every emotion, yours will too
If you accept the differences, people jam with you.
Our time has now come to an end,
Know that you were the sweetest friend
You can come back and tell me what you’ve done.
My only question will be, did you have fun?
Looking down with love for me,
This moment is all it could be.
There you are randomly pecking away.
It’s my Magpie Child, sorting her prey.
Someone special puts the silent time in,
A rock to this family, the underpin.
I smile watching my little girl blue
And dream of a glass ceiling removed for you