Running Away

I was thinking about when I ran away as a kid. I didn't get very far - ultimately I didn't know where to go but I also missed my brother and sister. Here's a short story about running away.

Running Away 

By Becca Brown

I plan to run away today

My bags are packed, I'm ready.

I can no longer live at home

With little brother Freddie!

He takes my toys and whines a lot,

He tattles on me proudly.

He sits too close he crowds my space,

He chews his food so loudly!

He broke into my room again.

He steals my mom's attention.

He always gives me wet willies.

He stares in my direction!

I walk outside to go but then

I hear my brother Freddie.

He calls my name, he chases me.

His bags are packed, he's ready.

I have responsibilities,

I am his older brother.

It's best for us to stay at home,

And watch out for each other.

Kitty in My Tummy

I was sitting in a meeting when my stomach started to growl. It occurred to me that my two year old son does not understand what that uncomfortable sensation is. I chalk it up to a kitty in my tummy. Enjoy.

Tummy Kitty

By Becca Brown

Rumble, grumble, gurgle.

I hear a funny sound.

Roar, rawer, growl...

(A lion's cry resounds!?!)

In fact it's just a kitty,

He lives inside my tummy.

I don't know how he got there,

Just heard him once say "yummy"!

He's normally satisfied,

I eat my meals on time.

But skip a lunch and kitty,

Becomes a fierce feline!

Rumble, grumble, gurgle,

It's time for me to eat.

Roar, rawer, growl ...

Kitty craves his treat.

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!

Meister Twinkle, Eardrum Engineer

We arrived home safely from our flight to Germany! Matty slept right through takeoff and landing, so did not have any problems with he sudden changes in air pressure. Unfortunately for the parents in the row in front of us, some babies were not quite as lucky. Here's a little poem I wrote following our flight. Enjoy. And Happy New Year!

Meister Twinkle, Eardrum Engineer

by Becca Brown

A man named Meister Twinkle works
Inside my inner ear.

He took the job when I was born
As eardrum engineer.

He opens up a special tube,
And ear air circulates.
He can’t take any breaks because
An ear ache emanates.

Twinkle is reliable,
But awfully scared of heights.
On plane trips he prefers to doze
And dream throughout the flights!

So this is why my ears hurt when
We fly - it’s rather steep.
My ear tube doesn’t open up
‘Cause guess-who’s fast asleep!

Santa's Secret

Here's a little something for Christmas. Matty and mommy are in Lachendorf, Germany visiting Matty's Oma and Opa. We've been to Weihnachtsmarkt two times - I love this traditional German Christmas market.


Santa's Secret

by Becca Brown


It’s true that Santa makes his flight,
Delivers toys in just one night.
But thank you to technology,
He’s increased his efficiency.

From the UK to the USA,
In warp he’s there without delay.
With GPS he never skips,
A “nice” kid’s house on weather blips.
Food replicators make the snacks,
His reindeer need to stay on track.
The sleigh is fitted with X-ray,
To check the chimney’s clear pathway.

His vast technology astounds,
But Santa’s human; he has bounds.

…His secret is time travel!

If he messes up tonight,
He’s back in time to make it right.

Name My Species

Matty and I went to the New England Aquarium on Friday. This trip inspired a quick riddle poem. I'll do some riddles from time to time - here's the first one!

Have fun!

Name my species #1

by Becca Brown

I lived with the dinosaurs,
But I survived the meteors!

I have flippers or webbed feet,
I don’t need teeth to eat.

My land name rhymes with porpoise,
In the sea I’m omnivorous.

I’m many colors: brown, black, or green,
I’m the hardest reptile you’ve ever seen!


Who am I? Answer in comments. Becca

Zoo!

I attended my critique group and received very good feedback on my poem Zoo. I really like this critique group - they are quite helpful. I likewise spend time on my critique of their works; mostly they write short stories or chapters or novels, which are fun to read. Here's the next material revision of my original poem, Zoo.

I LOVE this version and am working with Marisol Brown on the illustrations.

Matty and Mommy

Zoo

by Becca Brown

I’m two and a half
and I love the zoo
I’ve been to five zoos
that’s a lot, how about you?

I see new animals
each time that I go
Today I say “Roar”
to the lion, you know

I call “Rawer" to the tiger
as she walks ‘round and ‘round
Her baby cubs wrestle
around on the ground

Mama elephant I see
has a cute baby calf
Together they play
with their trunks and I laugh

I try to crawl over
the wooden blockade
to touch the giraffe
as he runs to the shade

Twin cotton-top tamarins
play tag in the tree
At home my big my sister
chases me - “weee”!

The Flamingo flock dances
in a pink flowy pack
I say “MOMMY, FLAMINGO!”
they honk to me back

The Camel is steadfast
she just will not budge
from behind baby calf
gives her mama a nudge

The butterflies flutter
with colors so bright
I reach out to touch one
up high in the light

I do love the zoo
I don’t want to go
I guess I have to
I’m tired, you know

What is your favorite animal at the zoo?