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Roann Mendriq Poems
Poetry for children: Mother and the mous...
My Mother is not the sort of Mum who'll squeal and faint and shiver, Darkness doesn't scare her, When it thunders she won't quiver!
Poetry For Children: Happy Teachers' Day...
Happy Teachers’ Day God is always very busy, He has lots work to do; So, He created Teachers,
Poetry for children: Flying with my kite
A brilliant day to fly my kite, Where else? But on our beach! Dad holds it fast, with all his might, Mum hoists it out of reach.
Poetry For Children: Flying Airplanes
I made a paper airplane, In class one rainy day; My best friend wanted it. but I let it fly away.
How very good yet slightly strange, that a mind bearing a burden, When thirsting for reprieve and change, lets God's will get a word in.
A mermaid's tale
With limpid inky pools for eyes, and wavy hair like watered silk; Pink coral lips to tantalise, Skin like fresh strawberry milk.
Poetry for children: Homework
I'll do my homework tomorrow, I'll complete it in a flash! I'm going swimming now, Ma! you should see me splash!
Poetry for children: Icecream dream
I'll have another ice-cream please, flavoured with hot garlic cheese; With just a dash of chilli sauce, All covered with strawberry gloss.
Christmas poems: The truth about Santa
T’was days before Christmas, the world was a mess; Children were doubting, (mine too, must confess!) They wanted to know now, how Santa could be; all over the world, in one night, you see?
Now, have you ever stopped to think, Who paints the sky a golden pink? With strands of mauve and purple blue, outlined in peach of every hue?
Children like Sunflowers, turn to face the sun; Reflect golden sunbeams, on each and everyone!
I've fallen once, I've fallen twice, I think I just might fall again; That falling feeling is so nice; inspite of all the heartfelt pain.
Poetry for children: Bedtime stories
When I am tucked up in my bed, after I say my night prayers; Ma gently pats my sleepy head, and we share our daily cares.
Poetry for children: I have a Diplodocus
I have a diplodocus, I call him Hocuspocus; I ride on him to school each day, I take him to the park to play;
Comments about Roann Mendriq
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Poetry for children: Mother and the mouse
My Mother is not the sort of Mum
who'll squeal and faint and shiver,
Darkness doesn't scare her,
When it thunders she won't quiver!
When I decide to play up
she fixes me with a stare,
One flashing look from her big eyes,
and I just don't care to dare!
So it was with shock, one morning,
when I woke up from a dream,
To hear my valiant, mighty Mum,
let out a high-pitched scream!
I raced to see her perched up high,
upon the kitchen sink,
Squealing like a baby bat,
Right on the edge, the brink.
I asked her what the matter...