Katherine Mansfield

(14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923 / Wellington)

A Day In Bed - Poem by Katherine Mansfield

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I wish I had not got a cold,
The wind is big and wild,
I wish that I was very old,
Not just a little child.

Somehow the day is very long
Just keeping here, alone;
I do not like the big wind's song,
He's growling for a bone

He's like an awful dog we had
Who used to creep around
And snatch at things--he was so bad,
With just that horrid sound.

I'm sitting up and nurse has made
Me wear a woolly shawl;
I wish I was not so afraid;
It's horrid to be small.

It really feels quite like a day
Since I have had my tea;
P'raps everybody's gone away
And just forgotten me.

And oh! I cannot go to sleep
Although I am in bed.
The wind keeps going creepy-creep
And waiting to be fed.


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  • Gold Star - 13,947 Points * Sunprincess * (6/5/2014 7:54:00 AM)

    .....the day must have been very windy....great write.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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