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The Glorious Attention Span of a Two Year Old

Poetry By: Maryellen Wagener
Memoir



Little Boy walking through his home, poetry


Submitted:Jan 3, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I wake up and stretch, what a beautiful day!

I wonder which games I am going to play.

I slide off my bed and land on the plush.

I go to the restroom and then I flush.

I bump-bump down the stairs

I can hear my daddy exercise as his music blares.

I carry my blankie and walk along the wall,

I wish I could jump to the ceiling but it's much too tall,

I enter my play room and to my delight,

All of my toys are where I left them the previous night.

I turn on my trains and they start toot, tootin' along,

Then I start to sing my "Thomas the Train" song.

I'm soon interrupted as Sparky enters with his ball,

I give it all my might and throw it down the hall.

Spark doesn't come back so I follow him quick,

I end up in my mother's room and see my baby brother Nick.

Nick doesn't know how to play like me yet,

But when he learns he'll be fun I bet!





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