A Poet’s Playtime

For Mother’s Day a few weeks ago, I decided to employ my inner poet and get my creative juices flowing. Because really, how many pairs of slippers can you buy your mum? I put my pen to the page (or more accurately, my fingers to the keyboard) and wrote a short, imperfect poem for my mum, the best friend I could ask for.

There are too many syllables in some lines and too few in others and if you want it to flow, you have to read it with exactly the right intonation. But I thought I would share it with you nonetheless!

 

There once was a girl named Lel

A brother and two sisters she had.

Her siblings and parents so loved her,

Because she was never bad.

 

The youngest of four, she was special,

But ‘special’ in more than one way.

She wasn’t quite like the others,

She was different from the first day.

 

By nine, they knew she was weird,

She actually did well at school

Books, the others all hated,

But Lel thought that they were cool.

 

She studied and studied and studied

Getting cleverer all the while

Her siblings did not understand her

But that was simply her style.

 

By adulthood she was brilliant,

The best accountant yet

All of her clients loved her

She was a woman they wouldn’t forget

 

But accounting wasn’t her passion

She didn’t like it at all

Boring and dull she did find it

Like hitting her head on a wall

 

 All of a sudden she stopped

She knew that she’d had enough

No more could she be an accountant

No more could she handle this stuff

 

Inside her there bubbled a feeling

A combination of things

Words, and ideas and longings

Plucking at her heart strings

 

She put her pen to the page

She let her mind open wide

For the very first time in her life

She let out what was deep inside

 

A waterfall poured from her

Of inspiration and joy

She let her inner self guide her

She played with life like a toy

 

Although she’d never before known

What her heart was trying to say

She knew now to trust in herself

And she would never be led astray

 

From that day forward, Lel lived life

Each day was truly outstanding

Her dreams and her love and her visions

Always and forever expanding

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