Poems For Kids

Bedtime came, we were settling down, I was holding one of my lads. As I grasped him so tight, I saw a strange sight: My hands. . .they looked like my dad’s! I remember them well, those old gnarled hooks, there was always a cracked nail or two. And thanks to a hammer that strayed from its mark, his thumb …

My dad and I – we think alike, He knows just what I mean Before I even say a word He reads, well, in between. My dad and I-we like to fish Or build a model plane, Or fix a broken chair or two Or just a windowpane. My dad and I-we know the score Of every single game; Sometimes …

My cat got fatter, I didn,t know what was the matter. Then, know what she did? She went into the cupboard and hid. She was fat when she went in. But she came out thin. What did I see when I had a peep? Little kittens in a heap. 1-2-3-4. My cat’s great. ∼ Sanjay Ahluwalia

Mummy Darling, Papa Darling, I love you! I love you! See the baby dancing, See the baby dancing. Just for you, just for you. See the baby smiling, See the baby smiling. Just for you, just for you. See the baby clapping, See the baby clapping. Just for you, just for you. ∼ Sanjay Ahluwalia

Down by the river, there lived an otter, Who was known as Mrs Potter. Every day she looked for eels, And cooked them for her husband’s meals. One day he said, “I’m tired of this, Can’t you find another dish?” So off she went and did not stop, Until she found a sweetie shop. In she went, and gave her …

I can’t see you, mama. But I can hardly wait oh To touch and to feel you, mama Oh, I just can’t keep away In the heat and the steam of the city Ooh, it’s got me running and I just can’t brake So say you’ll help me, mama ‘Cause it’s getting so hard, ooh Now I can’t keep you, …

When you came into the world, she held you in her arms. You thanked her by wailing like a banshee. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long. When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called. …

I don’t remember much about when I was born But I know you took care of me all day long I see photos of me making mess after mess Mother, when ever did you get any rest? I’m glad you’re my mother and I’m glad I’m your child I’m sorry if sometimes I act way too wild but I know …

Sung to the tune of I’iv Been Working on the Railroad Kind of? M — is for the million things she gives me O — means only that she’s soft to hold T — for the things she tries to teach me H — is for her heart of purest gold E — for her eyes with love light shining …

It stands immobile, Fender bent around bulge, steel twined into flesh, horn locked into fender. Both, supine. A buffalo curled dead into a truck’s dented front. ∼ Vivek Narayanan