Don't Tell Mama

When I Was A Child.

Don't tell Mama

Covering the pot slowly,

licking five fingers,

I wanted more but I couldn't say.

Don't tell mama,

I was hungry.

Careful! the pot is hot,

You could get hurt if you don't stop,

Startling grand-ma.

Covering the pot slowly,

Cleaning five fingers

I wanted more but I couldn't say,

Don't tell mama

I was sorry.

Homason

Author's Note

One of many things I recall doing as a child. Which do you remember?

Reviews

[Noiz]

Such a simple, but effective poem. It reminds of the all the odd events that happened to me when I was a child and how I didn't know any better. I'm really happy I read this. I particularly love the middle stanza because it reminds of when I almost burnt myself on the stove at my grandmother's house. Great poem, nice work.

[Homason]

Thanks Paul and Yumnakay...

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You are welcome ☺

[Paul Bell]

Had to be clootie dumpling just when it was ready.
Lovely and warm, great to taste.

[Homason]

I empathize your sweet-painful memory Reedwrite, it's a long story to write. I appreciate ur review. And co.

[ReedWrite]

Right there with you!
Nice job, Homason. Very nice.
With Thanksgiving around the corner...these memories come to the forefront. It's a beautiful holiday, but memories of those who are now gone are stronger too...lovely memories.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

We often do things which we wish no one finds out about.. You describe this feeling well. Nice reading it ☺

[Nessly]

I like this piece. It's language is simple yet effective. Great work.

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jac..]

Well written and does a fine job capturing the feel of children's storybooks. This evokes memories from my own childhood, getting into trouble and not knowing any better. Thanks for sharing this.

[Homason]

It's a pleasure Noiz, was driven by the subconscious I guess. I'm happy you're really happy about this.