Poetry for Eve by Scott Harris

December 25, 2004

 

Mommy! Mommy!

 

Mommy Mommy I love you!

Mommy Mommy you love me!

Mommy Mommy we love each other!

 

 

 

This World

 

This world is our world.

This world is a future world.

This world is a peaceful world.

Keep our world this way.

 

 

My Mom

 

My Mom’s name is Eve.

My Mom likes to share!

I think she would like a pear.

My Mom also cares for me.

She does the laundry better than a maid.

She paid me lots of money when I was just small.

That’s my Mom, she’s not bad at all.

 

Around the Globe

sing it all

 

Around the globe we go.

Around the globe we go.

China is so small, a squirrel could fit it all.

Australia could fall just any second now.

This little globe I spin. Around the globe I spin.

Through Russia then Italy

Tanzania is next, to Argentina we go.

This little globe in my little house in this little world.

 

This Light Bulb

 

This light bulb is stuck.

It needs changing but it will not budge.

I have one in my hand that will do just fine.

“Oooh!” I think I broke my hand.

“Eeek!”  Glass got in my eye.

“Darn!” My hair just caught on fire.

“Yes!” It came out. I will put this one in now….

Oops it is too small it won’t come out.

 

Smoke

 

I hate smoke.

It gets in my lungs and could kill me.

It smells very bad.

I think even a crab wouldn’t like it.

I hate smoke. But without smoke there is no fire.

And fire is a good thing.

 

They Are

 

They are mine.

They are good.

They are in it with me.

They are closest to me.

They are family.

 

12 Months

(figure out all 13 holidays)

 

We have 12 months of the year.

First the snow.

Next just as fast as a toe can move, give love.

All the same just make a leprechaun trap.

Just as soon fool your mule.

The days have passed quick it’s not a pay day but May day.

A new season has just begun.

Now we are separate (fireworks go off).

This month has people’s day.

Again it is a new season.

Spooks are filling the air, kids and candy are best friends.

Next we celebrate with our fellow Indians.

Joy from Saint Nick is next.

A holiday that makes it start again.

 

Crunch Crunch

 

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

This apple is so good.

But you know…

Chuck, chuck, chuck, apple with pepper.

Mmmm. But you know…shoo, shoo, shoo, apple with soup and pepper. Mmm. But you know…betun, betun, betun, apple with chunk bar, soup and pepper. Yumm!

See You Later

(Sing it all)

 

I will see you later, some place else.

Maybe a valley, maybe at home.

No matter here nor there will it matter.

A gift to my Mom, please keep it safe through out your time.

 

 

December 2004

Scott Harris

Born January 19, 1996

 

 

 

© Greg Harris, 2004