Christians and Muslims share the holiday cheer here,
Something I wish the world would learn from this year.
Poems for Children by Mama Grace
Category: Poem for the Day
Never been colonised, what does that mean?
So much more in the faces that I’ve seen.
I’ll pump my family home as I desire.
It’s all consuming but this mum is on fire.
No, you heard right, this isn’t a mistake.
This mummy’s going on a baby break.
Are you a working mum? Is that all you are?
Of course not. So don’t make me reach to burn my bra.
We got burned
Alive
After the election
A baby died in me, leaving a dirty red.
I remember this but face the rainbow instead.
On some of our walks we collected stones and these became the stimulus for a special gift in ‘My First Party Bag’.
Achieve your A, it could be a B.
Achieve your A, it could be a G.
Though you’ll see bitter darkness, we will help joy rise
To indulge in chocolate under light brighter skies.