Wednesday, 26 March 2014


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What comes to mind for the March WEP challenge - Through the eyes of a child? Rewriting a passage from a child's POV? A montage of images through the eyes of a child? A poignant or exhilarating poem? A non-fiction piece told from a child's POV? The possibilities are limitless!

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Here are my thoughts on our theme this month THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD.


Her eyes shot open and slowly things began to come in to focus.  She was aware of moving shapes above her head slowly twirling and glinting as sunlight started to stream in through a net curtained window.

She moved her arms and flexed her fingers in front of her face and gave a little murmur as she tried kicking her trapped legs out from underneath bindings that wrapped around her. 

Her head turned and she glimpsed the cream coloured bars.  She reached out her hand to grab on to the wooden pole, grunting as she pulled her weight across the softness she was lying on, using her left hand to steady herself. 

Gradually she managed to pull herself first in to a crouching position and then, using her growing strength, she reached further forwards up into a standing position.
She started to pull against the bars that kept her enclosed and opening her mouth started calling out.

‘Mmmm, mmmm.’

The door opened, in the threshold a huge shadowy figure appeared that advanced quickly towards her, arms outstretched. 

‘It’s about time you learnt to say Daddy,’ the loving voice said picking her up and cuddling her into his strong body. 


He is perched safe and secure on his daddy’s knees

As the flames flickered before his baby blue eyes

The glowing effect mesmerising his young mind

Colours wavering, patterns dancing, shapes undefined

Tongues of flames the same colour as his red hair

With its copper tints, shining golden hues and sunshine flair

The crackles and pops and hisses as the heat ignites

Nuggets of coals, the smell of the firewood, sparkling firelight

Father and son’s love sealed at this moment in time

Generation to generation in times to come

A treasured relic of their shared history

A homespun fire to make the loveliest memory


Flowers as tall as me

Enticing smells, I’ll break free

I’ll just have to climb this big step

One, two, up and up

‘Kathryn,’ my name is called out

I turn and look, an innocent shout

I smile sweetly at my mum

As I land on my bum.

An innocent look back, a crinkle of the eyes, a mischievous glance as she turns in reply to the call of her mother.  The flowers were beckoning her, the pretty colours and the tantalising smells, she didn't know the seasons and she didn't wear many clothes but she kept the hat on her head.

Bright colours on a summer’s day

Gorgeous aromas beckoned her

Entranced as she was by each flower
Stems as tall as her miniature form

The flowers would grow and bloom

As the woman she becomes some years hence

But today she was free, there was no fence


I’ve splashed and splashed

I’ve even been washed

I have bubbles everywhere

A big blob in my hair

Bath time is such fun

When I am under one

A precursor to my bed time routine

I’ll be sleepy when I’ve drunk my Ovaltine.


  1. Ahhh, just beautiful Sally. The years rolled back when I read this. My girls are so grown up that these golden years are just a memory. Enjoy.

    1. Yes, I felt quite nostalgic looking at the pictures. Memories are what keep us going.

  2. I was entranced by your little vignettes, Sally. The first one intrigued me, wondering at the infinite possibilities of those 'bars'. The poems are delightful and really take me back to my own childhood and my children's childhood. Very beautifully written.

    Thank you so much for sharing with us all for the WEP monthly prompt. I know you've been very stretched, so it's wonderful that you managed to put this much up.

    Have a great April!


    1. Thank you for taking the time to read mine and everybody else's entries, Denise, you are a fantastic host of WEP. It has been a hectic few months.

  3. These were really sweet. :)

    When I was a toddler apparently I was in the bath and did a number 2, and then was screaming at mum in total terror as the number 2 floated around and got near me. :P

    1. Ha, ha, I can imagine! Bath times are such fun and usually wet affairs.

  4. So very cute, all of them. The first one completely did me in! Daddy's pet. Lovely take on the prompt.

    1. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, I'm glad you enjoyed them.

  5. My daughter has now moved way past the toddler years and is turning into a proper little person. I have another one coming soon though, and your words and pictures have re-ignited my excitement of the joys I have to come again.

    1. Congratulations, I'm sure you will lots of fun with the new baby as well as your proper little person!

  6. That was a walk down memory lane, Sally. Loved the photos that accompany the post!

  7. Such a lovely post and the pictures are too good !