In the Dark

In the Dark

I really scared

I want my mama to sleep with me

All night long

Daddy too

And Baby Stella

Then I not be scared

All night long

I not like the bad things

At night in the dark

I cannot see them anymore

Monsters

Black, claws, tear you away

A meat dinosaur steps on the roof

I call for mama again

It is dark outside

Light inside the kitchen and wrapped

In mama’s bathrobe

Reading storybooks

Waiting for sleep

Collaboration between Marina Daignault (4 years old) and Candice Burt Daignault ::: June 20, 2009

Poetry from 3 year old Marina

Marina is 3 years old and I was quite surprised when whe came up with these poems. I read her one of my poems and asked her if she would like to write one too. Yes! Not only did she write one, she wrote three. The natural spontaneity of childhood comes through!

The Music Box

Two Ballerina
They have feet
And they "hi hi hi mama"
And you and me
And a flower
All in a box

And the Ballerinas
Make tea
And say "I have a pink weee-weee"
"And me have a white weee-weee"

And that music
You wind and wind
Hooda doodhda
Hooda




I know You Puppy

I know you puppy
I know you phone
I know you he
I know you who
I know you who-woo



Chicken chicken
You have a music box
Rubber boots
Eat a chicken