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Friday, November 8, 2013


I sit up here
in my high chair
and watch the dog
sleeping there.

I drink my milk
from my sippy cup.
I drink it down
then toss the cup

And it falls
and wakes the dog.

My sippy cup
does not spill, 
does not break.

But then my mom
knows to make
me more milk
in my blue sippy cup.

     Today's poem is for a very young audience.  I want to credit Tom Pearson for the inspiration.  Can you try writing your own poem today for a very young person?.  You might want to try observing a baby before you write.  Watch what the baby does.  I had a physical education teacher tell me once she brought her baby to school and had the football players duplicate the baby's movements for five minutes.  At the end of that time the football players (in prime physical condition) were exhausted.  Having been a mom to a young baby, I know they are constantly on the move and can be quite tiring.  Maybe we should write a poem thanking moms instead.  Have a great weekend.

      Today is the Poetry Friday Roundup.     Diane Mayr at RANDOM NOODLING   is hosting the party.  Thank you.
You can find more poetry at the party.


  1. Fun poem! Here's one from the dog's point of view:

    Under the Highchair

    closer to the edge.
    Oo, oo...please,
    please, PLEASE!
    Yeah, yeah, he's
    looking at me...
    he's lifting his arm...
    Oh no! Not the

    1. Fun, Diane.
      Thank you for sharing your poem with us. Poor dog. I bet he ruled the house before the kid came.
      Thanks so much for hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup. You do such a great job. I appreciate all the time you up in to hosting a great party.

  2. Funny, when you said we should watch, I immediately thought about the dog lying at the foot of the highchair, & Diane beat me to it! Your poem tells it like it is exactly, Joy. My youngest granddaughter doesn't do it anymore (two years) but she did throw her cup when it was empty!

    1. I remember those days too. You've got me thinking, I wonder who invented the sippy cup and when. Did they have them when we were kids?

  3. Oh, yes, the toss-the-cup days... and I'm also thinking the dog was rooting for the Cheerios instead of spilled milk. ;0) Cheers!

    1. Oh, Robyn,
      Thank you for reminding me. I have a poem I've written somewhere about tossing those O's and trying to get them to stick to the dogs coat. Then the dog has trouble getting them from his back and moves around in circles. That is my life lately. Hope you have a great weekend. Thanks for stopping by and spurring a memory.

  4. What a perfect poem for the very young. I have some little people in my life who would relate!

    1. Thanks Violet. Since the age of the audience for this poem is under 2, I imagine the whole poem as an 8 page board book. It could work using double page spreads and close ups. Thank you for making me think longer on this poem.
      Thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment.

  5. Joy,
    This one is adorable. I look forward to the day it is available as a board book.