I Worry Too Poem by Adeline Foster
I Worry Too
I Worry Too
If Mother were sick,
And I were her nurse,
I’d tip-toe so softly:
She wouldn’t get worse.
If Father were busy
And I hurt my hand,
I’d still yell out loudly:
I know he’d understand.
If the window were open
And a bee should fly in,
You know the “if”
If I tried to swat him.
If I should be rude
And Mother would hear,
I know she would swat me:
I think you know where.
These are some “ifs”
That color my world,
But they haven’t happened:
I’m a fortunate girl.
The poem is playful and tremendously sweet. Very nicely written, a pleasure to read.
This was an interesting and thoughtful write....left me pondering over the words...great skill and a good feel to it...liked it. Thanks for sharing! -SG
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4/23/2024 8:14:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
brings back the idea of 'kid logic' when we all thought of the what if's and the consequences that might follow. great write. 4th verse by = be