Saturday, November 29, 2014

Toddler Architect

I'm studying meter and revisiting some of my previous poems. Here's the second version of Toddler Architect - the first version was titled The Vertical Architect. Here's my second version.

Thanks for reading! Comments are welcome.

Toddler Architect

by Becca Brown

I pile stuff high in an upward fashion.
Architecture is my true passion.
I use legos, blocks, bowls or cups-
and high as the sky, my structure erupts!

In spite of my truly genius design,
my building tumbles, here’s why, I’ll opine-
My plans are flawed from inception I fear,
because I’m no structural engineer.

Saturday, November 22, 2014


My toddler is two with the terrible twos having set-in months ago....


by Becca Brown

I tug and pull at mommy’s skirt.
I like to play and roll in dirt.
I throw my food down on the floor.
When are we there? And I want more!

I hide popsicles in the couch.
I have a fit when I’m a grouch.
I wear my sandals all year long.
My blankie always comes along.

I put spaghetti in my hair.
I scream in public; I don’t care.
I squirt dad with the water hose.
Why do I have to blow my nose?

I will not wear my winter coat.
I push all buttons on remotes.
I bang the keys while mommy writes.
What does it mean to be polite?

“You test my patience,” mommy said,
but I just like to see her red.

Friday, November 21, 2014


Our family travels to Germany once or twice a year to visit Matty's Oma and Opa (grandma and grandpa in English). We are flying out soon; and in anticipation of that trip, I've written this short poem about Matty's heritage.


by Becca Brown

America's where mommy's from,
and daddy has von Deutschland come.
That makes me a Germarikin:
half German, half American.

Friday, November 14, 2014

A Day Under the Sun

On Kenn Nesbitt's twitter account, I found Laura Perdie Salas' blog, writing the world for kids. Iwrote this poem in comments - 15 words or less describing the photo she has listed on her post: ENCLOSURE [15 WORDS OR LESS POEMS].

A Day Under the Sun

by Becca Brown

Blue skies, critters
Sedate, surreal, serene
Happy humming in my hammock

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Vertical Architect

Matty is obsessed with stacking. Last week we were at Playdipity in Cohasset, and he was at the play kitchen putting a ketchup bottle on top of a pizza slice, which was sitting atop a soup can. Very cute. This moment and others like it inspired my poem: The Vertical Architect

The Vertical Architect
by Becca Brown

I stack things high, that’s what I do
A vertical masterpiece, I aspire to
build with such craft and creativity
It’s my daily architect activity.

Cups, bowls, building blocks or soup cans
I’m not picky it’s height I command
There's a flaw, a limit, it's all too clear
I'm not a structural engineer.    

Monday, November 10, 2014

A Toddler’s Night

This poem was inspired by the many nights I listen to Matty chatter to himself after I put him to bed - then all of the sudden it's quiet in his room. Fun routine. Enjoy.

A Toddler’s Night
by Becca Brown

Nighttime is here but I’m not tired!
Wearing my PJ’s but I’m still wired!
I sit in my crib; I make a loud sigh.
I start to pretend to pass the time by.

Charles, I say, to my friend teddy bear,
How was your day? And how did you fair?
Let’s sing together in sync harmony
‘bout twinkling stars or the ABCs!

Tossing my pillow with might on the floor.
Banging my crib with a book of folklore!
Drowsiness captures and sweeps me away.
Wake up real early, get mommy to play!