My mother wrote this poem for me on my 6th Birthday! - The last gift to me that day was having my mother tuck me in bed, read me a bedtime story and then compose this little poem for me.
I think she may have been helping me digest an incident in which a brother two years older than me, actually did have a very severe fall off a ladder which left him with knee problems the rest of his life.
I credit her for the poetry bug that lives within me.
Barbara was a Little Girl
Barbara was a little girl
Who liked to climb the ladder
Her mommy told her not to
But to her it didn't matter
One day she reached up to the top
I know now that she's sorry
For a very strange thing happened then
Which made her mother worry
The ladder top, it reached a cloud
In fact, it went right in it!
And Barbara dear was so surprised,
And frightened, a little bit.
A fairy land? It couldn't be!
"But why not?" Barbara said
"I've often dreamed of such a place.
In daylight and in bed"
A fairy appeared, and Barbara asked
"Can I stay here, with thee?"
But the fairy replied,
"No Barbara, with your mother you should be."
She kissed little Barbara on her cheek
And tapped her on the head
Her magic wand she wove
And Barbara awoke in bed.
Her mother was sitting by her side
And holding her little hand
"Barbara dear," she asked
Were you in fairy land?"
And until this day, Barbara is still not sure
If there really is a fairly land
Or how long it will endure.
I think she may have been helping me digest an incident in which a brother two years older than me, actually did have a very severe fall off a ladder which left him with knee problems the rest of his life.
I credit her for the poetry bug that lives within me.
Barbara was a Little Girl
Barbara was a little girl
Who liked to climb the ladder
Her mommy told her not to
But to her it didn't matter
One day she reached up to the top
I know now that she's sorry
For a very strange thing happened then
Which made her mother worry
The ladder top, it reached a cloud
In fact, it went right in it!
And Barbara dear was so surprised,
And frightened, a little bit.
A fairy land? It couldn't be!
"But why not?" Barbara said
"I've often dreamed of such a place.
In daylight and in bed"
A fairy appeared, and Barbara asked
"Can I stay here, with thee?"
But the fairy replied,
"No Barbara, with your mother you should be."
She kissed little Barbara on her cheek
And tapped her on the head
Her magic wand she wove
And Barbara awoke in bed.
Her mother was sitting by her side
And holding her little hand
"Barbara dear," she asked
Were you in fairy land?"
And until this day, Barbara is still not sure
If there really is a fairly land
Or how long it will endure.