Storm

Today we got a few inches of snow and a few weeks ago there was rain. I prefer the snow over the rain but I think that my toddler son prefers the rain! He just loves to jump in puddles and hates to come inside when I asked him to. Here is a little poem I wrote about rain storms. Enjoy.


Storm
by Becca Brown

My favorite weather is the rain.
I splash in water, watch it drain.
I slosh in puddles, roll in mud.
It’s twice the fun when there’s a flood!

But when the roaring thunder sounds,
And lighting strikes upon the ground,
My mommy hollers, “come inside”!
I do so but with teary-eyes.

At last the storm clouds roll on by,
I see a sparkle in the sky.
That's Mother Earth, she blinks at me
Cause lightening gives her energy.

So when my mommy spots a bolt
Of Lightening I will not revolt.
For kids it’s deadly if you’re hit.
For Mother Earth it keeps her fit!

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.    

Matty and Mommy: Fall Change

by Becca Brown

Fall is here, Matty

Mommy said

What is fall?

I scratch my head

Fall is a season

Three months of the year

After summer before winter

You know fall is here

For mommy and me

Fall means change

It’s different to summer

And that feels strange

In summer we swim

At Sandy Beach it’s hot

The beach is now closed

In the fall when it’s not

The sun shines bright

On warm summer days

I see the sun less

Fall sky is more gray

It’s dark in my room

Mommy says night night

Next to my bed

There’s a new nightlight

It’s cold outside

I wear a jacket

My pajamas have pants

My bed a thick blanket

My backyard is rainbow

Red, orange, yellow, and brown

Soon trees will be bare

Leaves fall to the ground

Fall is different to summer

That is true

But change is good

New things to do