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?

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.

Patience

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


Patience

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.