Step on Mamma's Back?

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On my way to school one day

I stepped on a great big crack

I wonder if it really meant

I'd break my Mother's back

I thought about this all day long

Is Mamma's back okay?

What if I really broke her back?

Then what would she say?

I got home after school this day

And my Mamma was lying down

My eyes welled up with tears

My mouth turned upside down

"Why are you crying?" she asks

"I'm sure I broke your back"

"Why on earth would you think that?"

"Because I stepped on a crack!"

"It's true that sometimes my back is sore

But it has nothing to do with you.

Mamma's just getting older,

But here's what I want you to do"

Then Mamma lies down on the floor

"Never mind that silly crack"
Now take off your shoes and socks

"And stomp all over my back!"

"ooooo owww oooo owwww

oh that feels so good!

Keep stomping on my back"

Then all of a sudden I understood.....

 I see her pretty smile

I can see she's really glad
Stepping on her back is very good
So I have no reason to be sad.

This is the story of Yesha

And her lovely mother Su

So next time you step on a crack

Pretend you're stepping on Su!!
(teehee teehee)

Sherry Irvine - March 11, 2010

Flowers for Nana - Monday's Child #37

I have a secret garden

Where the wildflowers grow

Baby Blue Eyes and Forget-Me-Nots

Are some of the flowers I know

Snap Dragons and Shasta Daisies

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Sweet Alyssum and Blue Bells

Grow in this secret spot

I’ll fill my wicker basket

With kisses and rainbow showers

I’ll take them to my Nana’s house

 This basket of pretty flowers

Knock, knock!

“Nana, Nana - where are you?”

(There's no answer at the door)

"I guess that she's gone out today

So I'll come back tomorrow."

I leave her with my basket full

of Baby Blue Eyes and Forget-Me-Nots

These flowers from the secret garden

The garden of my heart.

Rockin Harry

There once was a man named Harry

Who worked on the Sydney ferries

He had a baby and seven other children

And he quite adored every one of them

Everyday when he finished his work

His seven children would go beserk

He'd walk in through the old front door

And they lovingly attacked him to the floor

The youngest one was eight months old

Oh his babies he loved to hold

So he took her to his rocking chair

Rocking her back and forth with care

Well....on this day he rocked too much

Faster and faster with the babe he clutched

Until the rocker turned completely over

He and the baby upside down in the corner

Two slippered feet stuck up high in the air

Holding on tight to the baby's welfare

The children all laughed at this funny sight

Giggling at their father with innocent delight

And then of course the rescue began.

The rocker was set upright again

Then Harry sat back down in his rocker

The babe in his arms and he rocked and rocked her.

Sherry Irvine - March 13, 2011

Chocolate Cake Dreams

I always wanted a chocolate cake

But my mother refused to make it

She always baked vanilla cakes

Because Daddy didn't like chocolate

We lived in Woodbridge at the time

at the corner of Islington and Seven

Across the highway was the IGA

And my box of chocolate heaven

It was a lovely sunny day

A perfect day for a walk

So I took my baby in the pram

And I walked around the block

I stood at the busy highway

I carefully looked both ways

I waited until there was a break

Then crossed to the IGA

I knew exactly where to find it

My Duncan Hines Chocolate cake

Through the doors, turn this way

To the aisle with all the cakes

I reached out with my little arms

Until my fingers grasped the box

I carefully put it in my baby pram

And then I turned and walked

Out the door, across the highway

Past Scott's Funeral Home

Around the corner, down the sidewalk

Until finally I was home

 "Mommy - can you bake me a cake?"

"Where on earth did you get that?"

 "I got it at the IGA - a cake for you to make!"

"NO....we cannot keep it...we have to take it back!" 

The tears welled up inside my eyes

We took back the chocolate cake

My mother apologized to the grocery man

And told me "you're not supposed to take!"

Ohhhh...I had to pay?

I truly did not know

I was just a little girl

Barely four years old

Sherry Irvine - March 12, 2011

Cake Image:  Etsy:  Dollhouse Scale  2 Tier Chocolate Wedding or Occasion Cake, listing #26750188

The Land of Orange Bliss





We're riding in an orange boat

We're sailing the milky sea

The sun is orange in the sky

It's as bright as it can be

I am the captain of this ship

And you are my first mate

Look through my binoculars

Is that an island that awaits?

The sand is made of crispy rice

Orange lollipops line the beach

I see an orange jelly fish

It looks yummy and very sweet

Chocolate oranges on every tree

Orange flamingos and macaroons

I see an orange shortbread house

And angels with orange balloons

What is this magical place? I ask

This is a land of orange bliss!

But my thoughts are interrupted

As my mother gives me a kiss (yuck)

It's time for me to go to school

She hands me my old lunch pail
I hope it's....

Orange marmalade sandwiches

Baby carrots and an orange with a sail.

Sherry Irvine - March 8, 2011

CREDITS:  Painting by Cheryl Poulin, Ottawa, Ontario - http://www.earmark-decorative-painting-studio.com/mixed-media.html

Sleeping Bunny - Monday's Child #36

Monday's Child #36

I'm reading a magic storybook

Because when I open each page

I'm a character inside the story

And I'm very very brave

I tiptoe softly through each page

As everyone's asleep you see

I must be there for a long long time

Because tree roots are growing over me

The roots are tickling my tummy

And they tickle my little toes

I'm trying hard to open my eyes

But sleep has kept them closed

They give me hugs and kisses

and surround my pretty head

All the while I'm in the book

Yet I'm really inside my bed

And then of course I realize

that I am the Sleeping Bunny

Dreaming sweet Princess dreams

Waiting for Prince Wabbit to kiss me

The End.

© Sherry Irvine – March 7, 2011

Erika and Her Pasta Princess Wedding

I know a girl named Erika

She is a Pasta Princess

Fettuccini, spaghetti, bowtie

And macaroni for the guests

She is not an ordinary Princess

She likes to wear long pants

So when she’s finished her pasta

She can do her pasta dance

She likes to eat her pasta plain

"Please set the sauce aside"

So if she gets some on her pants

Her mother will not cry

When she becomes a woman

She’ll marry an Italian man

We're invited to her wedding

In perfect pasta land

*******

Her gown is made of pasta shells

Around his neck a bowtie

Rings of tortellini, flowers of radiatore

And a church with lasagna aisles

They'll stay married a long long time

Dancing the rotini and fusilli

This is the end of Erika's pasta story

Now wasn't that really silly?!

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