Australian Children’s Poetry

candy coloured twists and twirls

little wicks charred and curled

melted wax holding fast

to memories of birthdays past

candles in a box by Graham Seal

Image from Pixabay

Gentle look giver

And of soft, knowing back pats

Loving, truth-teller.

Mumsie by Leigh van der Veen

Image from Pixabay

Whether we wills or

Whether we won’ts

Whether we dos or

Whether we don’ts

Whether we oughts or

Whether we on’ts

It all depends on choice

Whether we shalls or

Whether we shan’ts

Whether we cans or

Whether we can’ts

Whether we mights or

Whether we man’ts

A mother’s love is like a freshly picked bouquet;
Full of life and colour, making everything okay.
A mother’s love is like the brightest shining star;
Lighting the way with warmth, even from afar.
A mother’s love is like the best pages from a book;
Guiding with truth and wisdom, as you take a fresh look.
A mother’s love is like a lioness watching her cubs pl...

Ahoy there, school of fish,
who may you be?
“We are not fish, we are children.
We don’t belong in the sea.”

Then how are you swimming beside me 
as if you are under the water?
“We aren’t swimming, we’re walking.
We’re dry while you’re getting wetter.”

Walking you say. I heard that a fish
tried something like that,
before...