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Wanderings and Ponderings of Children a Mothers Memories
I've treasured memories like purest of gold
Which are pondered in thought as I am growing old
Of my little children a long time ago
And the questions they posed, they
just wanted to know
Of animals, bugs, and of toads,
snails or slugs
Of fabric and string, Oh! Can we make a rug?
And of funniest words that they
found simply absurd
And of people and places
of which little ears heard.
Who, when, where? What?!
Oh, Mommy how?
And why? Why?
Why mommy, aren't we allowed?!
Of questions, this mommy had heard
Every day
As the children discovered through
their world and play
The seashells from the wonderous sea
The world, their university
And thus this theme which now I ponder
As back in time my memories wander
Copyright ©
Bj Legros Kelley
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