So i told my mommy
I could already count to four
but I knew Penny counted higher
I wanted to count some more
Sat beneath a kitchen chair,
Practiced five six seven and eight
mommy's pleased i'm growing up
even got my very own plate
Nine and ten then its back again
to a funny one called e-leven
ch-welve is good thirteen is bad
but I keep forgetting seven
Fifteen onto two-wen-ty
Forty one, forty two, forty three
i'm looking forward to showing off
sitting on daddies knee
seventy, eighty, ninety-nine
wait till Penny comes home
mommy says i can tell aunt Molly
tonite on the telephone
Penny shes my big sister
she's home from school at four
now i can play her counting games
not be left out anymore
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: THis is an attempt to capture one of my earliest memories. My inquisitive mind wanted to know what numbers came after four. I was literally messing around under a kitchen chair as my mum helped me learn to count to one hundred as she went about her kitchen work. Originally posted a couple of years ago.
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Comments7
sometimes, Poetry
is beyond Artistry
its just, chemistry
of intuitive relatability;
I relate
and so: I Rate..
simple, as One, two
and I so: Agree...!
This was a fun memory put into rhyme. Pleased you could relate.
way to go sir .. and ever since then, there has been no stopping you has there ... tis truly delightful DA ..
Yep, I can count to one hundred and more-teen now. Thanks Neville.
Such a beautiful poetry
Brought a smile
Made me remember me and my sibling's childhood
Where we played under the tree
And we laughed when we forgot how to count up after three
Well penned dear Dusk
Glad this stirred your memory cells back to glorious childhood. Thank you Spiller.
this is a beautiful poem really made me smile
Thank you and keep smiling.
Certainly convinced me kiddo - you conquered the old one two three and I could almost recall myself there. Now then, settle down and tell me how you larned to rite..... 😊
I can remember not being able to write and just used to make zig-zag lines on paper to try to keep up with my brother and two sisters 3,4 and 6 years older than me. I can't recall learning to write but I remember the class room and being made to sit in a wendy house for not looking at the teacher when she was teaching. I crept back into class after hours and set light to it..... in my dreams. Thank you DD.
'Sorry dusk - I misspoke (miss-tapped?) when I used 'me'. I really intended that the world (well at least MPS) should know in the form of versification the way only you could do it......
I learned to write poetry by reading the poetry here on MPS and comparing it with my own meagre efforts. Gradually i adopted various skills and techniques i saw other poets using. Hopefully my poetry has improved... well I feel it has though I'm quite capable of producing some real bloomers too (most dont see the light of day).
As you know, many people who post on here don't read other poets work here and i feel that's a mistake for any poet. There are so many contrasting styles here that we can all learn from. Self critique has been my best tool. It's rare to see contructive criticism aimed at improving one's poetry on here.
Couldn't agree more dusk - re the not reading (vast quantities don't stay long enough). Take care.
Good memories d a, being the elder child of two my younger brother could always get away with more than I could.
We get on very well though.
Andy
Yep, i recall my brother getting told off more than me simply for being 3 years older and 'should know better'. LOL
Thank you for sharing your memory.
Thank you for looking in and commenting Rozina. I love to express lots of kinds of memories in my poetry. In years to come - if i'm still around - re-reading my poems will, I hope, take me back to those times.
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