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MARCH WEP
CHALLENGE
THROUGH
THE EYES OF A CHILD
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Here are my thoughts on our theme this month THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD.
WOODEN BARS
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.
ON DADDY’S KNEE
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
INNOCENCE
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
BUBBLES
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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.
