Best Childrenchild Poems
A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck in its beak settles it’s derrière onto a fine caramel
leather seat. His humor is short lived. A snort echoes from each of the six bullhorns
forming his head. “Got him that time, you really did, Matilda!” laughed Lucky, the
horn-backed chair. A single, rose-pink, button pops off Matilda’s back and lands in
the hatless brigands’ teapot, just as he is placing a silver tea ball inside. “Ou a le
petite fille?” Matilda groans. Around the far end of the table chasing a set of
disembodied eyes with a cat tail, a girl child runs screeching. “She looks familiar,
don’t she?” Windy whistles beneath the lacy tablecloth, tickling Mattie’s fancy. “Her
name ain’t Louise,” as with a plop, a brigand crushes Laddie’s rushes. The windsor
replies. “Geeeeeeeeez Louise!” the ladder-back mutters, between its back straps. A
top hat flies through the air and landed on the top knob of the lanky ladder backed
chair. The child righted herself, wiping her nose on the errant apron string. She lisps
through the spider web pattern of her seat. “Awww now what a shame,” Mary
whispers to Tex. The loose tails of her apron caught beneath Mary’s rocker and the
child tumbled face forward into a full cup of Assam tea. A girl child resplendent in
golden locks and white pinafore tore into the room planting herself on the caned
ladies rocker Mary. “Mon Dieu” She moans. “Ya’ll see that nasty monster splatter
chocolate icing on my skirt?” A knob kneed, potbellied prig, holding a cupcake,
shoves his way onto Matilda, the little ladies slipper chair. Tex the horned back chair
at the tables girdle chortles. “Do you know who’s been invited to this soiree?” The
rabbit topples over backward, his watch bashing his delicate pink nose. Windy
sneezes.“Aahhh chhhooo!” Tufts of fanny fur tickled between his spokes.
“Good golly Miss Molly,” shrieks Windy the windsor chair at the far end of the table,
as a wild-eyed, white rabbit with a gold watch plunked into his well-worn seat.
*Refer to "The Chairs Have it"
This poem can be read from the backwards too ;)
A child somewhere is freezing out in the cold night,
A child somewhere is fighting a war like a knight,
Ah! everywhere are helpless children without light,
Let’s give help and for a child lend a hand.
No more heartaches and sleepless nights,
No more heartbreaks and endless fights,
Oh! for heaven’s sake, let’s do things right,
We could build a better world for every child.
There won’t be any fear of pain,
There won’t be any tears in the rain,
When we aid a child, we’ll get the gain,
You can get involved today and lend a hand.
This poem was written/submitted by Albert A. Olofinnika.
Never underestimate the feelings of a child
Very small they may be but very sensitive inside
Too young you may think to understand
The complex way of life and what is going on around
But believe me when I say they understand much more
Than you could ever give them credit for
Every little detail is taken in and stored
Every little thing they see,hear and more
Small they might be but hearts so big
Sensitive to the way they are treated and live
Little people thats what they are
More intelligent than some adults by far
Not to be treated as if not in sight
Not to be ignored when you feel like
Listen to everything they want to say
There is a reason they are talking this way
Remember a child will often hide
The hurt and pain they maybe feeling inside
A child maybe very small
But their feelings and emotions are very tall