Mummy’s lovely
garden plant
is dying.
I don’t know
it’s name,
I only know
it’s name
is v e r y long
and far too hard
for me
ever to remember.
But I do know
it is dying.
Just like
my grandma.
—
Sophie Lucy Morgan (aged nine).
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The goldfish
swims
round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
it’s bowl
“What are you
thinking
about
little goldfish
as you swim
round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
that bowl?
“Are you
wondering
little goldfish,
why I am
staring at you
as you swim
round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
your bowl?
“Or are you
in fact
thinking of
nothing
much
at
all?”
—
Sophie Lucy Morgan, (aged nine).
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Comments (31)
I see why you love them. They are so innocent and honest ovservations. Just calling it like she sees it. Wonderful!
I believe Sophie is highly inquisitive and very bright as she observes everything, carefully. She is a darling girl, not spoiled, just sweet and the right age to enjoy everything around her. Little girls are a precious commodity when they are that darling.
I vote for thinking of nothing at all.
Hello stranger long time no see? Well I mean read!
Karolyn . going round and round through the looking glass @-}-}-
I enjoyed these very much. But I always do enjoy sphie’s poems. I read them to my daughters as well. My eldest has caught the writing bug
enjoyable. gardens of any kind are so happy, I hope to someday tend one. I think maybe the goldfish is trying to find someplace. maybe home.
These are precious poems. Thanks for sharing them with us.
I like simple little poems with deep feelings. Thanks for sharing.
Those two poems make me think of children ‘ s charming counting rhymes . (especially the second )
Have a great Sunday .
Michel
Ah, yes, once again you touched my heart and my mind. If only we could be so insightful as adults. Thank you, Terry.
hmmm little Sophie is back….I do so love her insights…they are most pure at this age…and the gold fish poem….this is a true description of a childs’ mind …thank you MiLord…very sweet and very ligh!
Cute poems. They remind me of when my girls were 9 years old. I have many obxes of their writing and drawing treasures when they were little. It is fun to look at them once a year or so. My girls remember some of the funny ones and what they were thinking then.
I would believe that a child of nine would have written them they have that quality of innocence…. very good… have a wonderful day ok…
Dear Sophie: Mommy’s plants have sent down roots and set seed and even though it dies will continue in the new sprouts and seedlings that will come from those deep roots and little seeds. Your granma will continue, too, through you and her children and even your children. Life is a circle that way, and even though it is sometimes hard there is great beauty in that circle. Someday you will understand.
Sometimes I feel like that goldfish.
I haven’t been able to iron pain free for years, don’t know why I didn’t continue pretending I couldn’t.
Oh good some Sophie poem. They made my day.
What a wonderful insight into (and from) the simpler, clearer world of youth. Thanks for your haiku and comment on my site. Here’s one in return:
birthday balloon
our child’s radiant smile
for a moment
I had you under Tiffy Witherington but I see you haven’t been there for a while so will subscribe here and log that one off Cheers Portia I know I blocked you once but removed that ages ago. When I understood you more.
Cute little tyke! I am fortunate to get to Paris at least twice a year. That’s where I meet my ex to swap kids back and forth.
Unfortunately, it’s Paris, Tx, but I can dream, can’t I?
I loved the first one although the second one has a great rhythm.
hehehe the second one is very cute.
I liked them, that’s kind of how I thought at age seven-nine. You’re very good at getting the mentality to fit the poems for the authors. Very well done.
~V
well said.. much said in a few words.. still spinning….
I’m thinking it’s nothing much at all. Goldfish are brilliantly stupid.
I think James hit the nail on the head!
I think a goldfish life would be very dull.
I was not offended at anything that you said and in fact find many of the things that you say to be very touching. I didn’t mean to pry into an argument that was ongoing. I know that is none of my business and I still don’t know the details and am quite content to be ignorant.No offense taken either.
Lovely. Simple and eloquent. What do you think about editing out the “my” before grandma in the first poem?
I can’t stop thinking about these poems…
Round and
round and
round and
quite wonderful.
i loved writing at nine….but i wrote about my beloved alaska.