1952 MommyA Poem by holly
1952 Mommy
Get in the wagon.
I said, get in the wagon,
don’t stand there crying.
You’re four and a half now –
a big girl, a bad girl.
You want me to give you
something to cry for?
Get in this wagon –
you asked your Daddy,
you begged for this wagon,
for this Radio Flyer.
So your Daddy bought it
and it didn’t matter
that I told him “no”.
I asked him who’d pull it
knowing full well
it would have to be me.
So get in this wagon
and don’t make me madder,
or I’ll give you something
to cry about, Missy!
There you go, here we go!
Now sit yourself up straight
and cut out that sniveling.
I'll push you around on
the drive near the back door.
Once around, twice around.
Stop! Don’t you get out yet.
And don’t you go close to
this edge of the driveway,
it angles straight down here.
Unless Mommy takes you.
Here we go, there you go.
See what I told you?
I’ll have to tell Daddy.
That wagon’s a danger –
you don’t want a wagon
that flies down the driveway,
that crashes and drops you,
now do you? I thought not.
I bet that those scrapes hurt.
At least you’re not crying.
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Added on June 17, 2008Last Updated on June 17, 2008 Authorhollynear Cleveland, OHAboutDo we get to choose who we are, or are we limited by where we live, how we grow up, what we do to earn money? My unchosen facts: I'm old, live in the eastern Mid-West US, grew up with a huge chip on m.. more..Writing
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