Month: September 2016

Little Girls

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Little girls, little girls,
Made from all things nice, we’re told.
Emotions often uncontrolled.
Pink and sparkly,
Often arty.

Sugar and spice,
Girls cost a price,
Meek and mild,
A well-behaved schoolchild.

Fairy tales and dress up,
Make believe and make up,
Ponytails and polkadots
Plays mummies with a dolly cot.

Maybe they are, maybe they’re not.
But if this all you see
Then you’re missing a lot.

Little girls, little girls, 
Confident and courageous,
Determination that’s contagious,
If self-belief is encouraged
You will always see them flourish.

Tender heart but robust
Someone you can always trust.
Logic when the world’s absurd.
Her sense of justice undeterred.

Intelligent, a top tree climber
Don’t ever let the world define her,
She can do it on her own,
With vision and grace to be shown.

Copyright  © Sophie Harrington (2016)

Also read Little Boys or try Slow Down

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Little Boys

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Little boys, little boys,
Made from frogs and snails, we’re told.
Big and bold,
Holes in socks,
Thrower of great big rocks.

Puppy dogs’ tails,
Fighting tooth and nail,
Puddle jumpers,
Sibling thumpers.

Dirty knees from dragon slaying,
Often disobeying.
Stoic, solid, made of stone.
Bedroom door with skull and crossbones.

Maybe they are, maybe they’re not.
But if this all you see
Then you’re missing a lot.

Little boys, little boys,
Sentimental, hearts of gold,
A more sensitive soul you won’t behold,
Kind and loving,
Needs hugging.

Cheeky and charming,
A smile that’s disarming,
Fragile, frightened,
A mind that loves to be enlightened.

Loyal, gentle, loves to cook
Snuggles with a storybook,
Compassionate and illogical,
Bravado rarely optional.

Copyright  © Sophie Harrington (2016)

Also read Little Girls or try Slow Down

Back to School

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Shiny shoes, snack box,
Water bottles, black socks.
Name labels, PE kit,
Let’s try to remember it.

Alarm set, early night,
Avoid the usual sibling fight.
Toilet visits, one more kiss,
Does every child do this?

Next morning, not a peep,
It’s like they’re catching up on sleep.
Wake them up, make them eat,
While you find the luncheon meat.

Cheese will do, let’s get dressed,
One of them will protest.
Brush your teeth, I’ll plait your hair,
Being this organised is rare.

Grab your book bag, pencil case,
Pose for a photo by the fireplace.
Let’s go now and avoid the scramble,
We’ll actually catch the first day preamble.

You’ve lost a brand new shoe?
And you need a poo?
Well, I suppose this is nothing new.

Out the door, in the car,
But, of course, we don’t get far.
PE kit and recorder,
Left behind in our disorder.

Arrive at school, a little late,
Remember to be a good classmate.
Try your best, always be kind,
And I’ll go to work to unwind.

Copyright  © Sophie Harrington (2016)

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