adventures in dysthymia

Friday, July 15, 2011

PICK ME UP, PUT ME DOWN

Pick me up, please, Mommy,
My nap time is all done.
Put me down now, Mommy,
Let's go out in the sun.

Pick me up, please, Mommy,
the sidewalk is too hard.
Put me down now, Mommy,
It's softer in the yard.

Pick me up, please, Mommy,
Let's go walk Daddy home.
Put me down now, Mommy,
I can walk alone.

Pick me up, please, Mommy,
Up high so I can see.
Put me down now, Mommy,
So Daddy walks with me.

Pick me up, please, Daddy,
Will you give me a ride?
Put me down now, Daddy,
I want to go inside.

Pick me up, please, Daddy,
And let me open the door.
Put me down now, Daddy,
My toys are on the floor.

Pick me up, please, Daddy,
I can't reach my seat.
Put me down, now, Daddy,
I've had enough to eat.

Pick me up please, Mommy,
And give me a hug.
Put me down, now, Mommy,
In my bed, warm and snug.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

Another little poem-story intended for small children. It should, of course, be a picture book but who knows if I'd ever have time to do illustrations.

2 comments:

Bob said...

That is brilliant! As you said, it would make the perfect children's book, or even a song... just the most perfect touch on every line, Stephen... I love it.

Stephen B said...

Thanks Bob. The one little problem with this piece may be that it reflects a world that no longer exists, of stay-at-home moms and dad's walking home from their one-and-only regular-hours job. Does that world still exist or is it only in memories of fifty years ago?