Childhood Picture Book

Their faces round, cheeks rosy red They laugh and sing, spectacular curls on head I turn the page and see a tiger roar. He is cute and fancy, I do adore. My mother flips the page back now The smile she give me is a wow. I am warm upon her gentle loving lap. I curl up eagerly, ready to take my nap But wait! My sister says so stern. That’s not what it says, for we both have learned That mother sometimes tries to flip the page Without explaining, due to our age We both fight over the pages now With roses and stars, and a fancy cow There are fields and farms and lakes and stream. Now ready to ooze into slumber land and have our dream.