Chapter (6) SUGAR AND SPICE AND ALL THINGS NICE. (That's what little girls are made of.)

Our little girl is three now

She’s growing every day,

She loves our old piano,

And says she wants to play.

 

She sits herself upon the stool

But cannot see the keys,

So down she gets then climbs back up

To rest upon her knees.

 

Her mum and I , we stand and watch

As she begins to play,

Hooraaa cries mum, that’s really good

But I think it’s enough for today.

 

Then she starts to dance, and swing her arms

She sings and jumps about,

It’s not so much a melody

It’s more a noisy shout.

And

Mum and I we stand and watch

As she begins to twirl,

She knocks stuff down and breaks things

We just love our little girl.

Copyright C. Tilley 2014.

https://clivethewriter.bigcartel.com/

Reviews

[C. Rose]

Great rhythm. It made me want to tap my feet and twirl around with her.

A very fun read.

Thanks for sharing.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you for a great review.

[s y e]

Awh this is so cute and precious, I loved this, Clive. A poem that has been beautifully captured.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you for such praise.

[Ed Hart]

precious beyond measure, the good fortune of good fortune...thank you for painting this picture

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

What a wonderful comment. Thank you so much.

[Hawk Flight]

Reminds me of my daughter. Made me smile. Thanks for sharing

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you for reading. Glad you liked it.

[MomzillaNC]

This made me smile! And, be comforted: at least little girls don't stink the way little boys do!

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Wooooo that's fighting talk. I'll have you know when I was a child I used to wash every week , even if I needed it or not.

[MomzillaNC]

LMBO! My 10 year old showers every single night and washes up before school every morning. I promise you, though, when he hits the door any moment now, he will positively reek! Well, you read my poem, "Ten Year Old Boys!"