Josie Whitehead’s Poems
Just to show you that poetry can be effective without rhyming sometimes. I prefer rhyming poetry but many people don’t.
By Josie Whitehead
What it would be to be a small child again
And leave behind the adult world –
Marvelling at the simple things of life -
Touching the souls of those around?
To see the world, as only a child can see it
Not caring or comprehending what’s to come -
But delighting in the simple things on offer -
Letting wet mud trickle through little fingers.
To delight at the many colours reflected
In a bubble that floats across the room –
To laugh with joy as Dad slowly blows up -
Larger and larger a huge, round, red balloon.
To see the beauty of flowers for the first time
And wonder at their shapes and their majesty.
Touching petals gently, feeling their softness
And seeing the glory of their beauteous hues.
Once again to feel the thrill of the first slide –
As the cool air brushes gently against the face
But with the safety net of Mum’s waiting hands
And her comforting words of encouragement.
For the first time to press the keys of an instrument.
To realise that these sounds are all of my making.
To sail toy boats on puddles and make sand castles.
These priceless joys can’t be bought for Christmas.
Copyright 2006