Birthday Poems 2

Continuing with the family birthday poems, here is one for my 13 year old niece who is sceptical of the joys of adulthood, and one for my 5 year old nephew who is half of a formidable sibling duo!

Grown-ups

Is being a grown-up a fun thing to be?
Yes you get to drink wine and to make endless tea,
But the niggles and naggles of all that you juggle
Seem ever so dull and make nothing but trouble.

You might get the post and the calls on the phone,
But I get to be in my room, on my own.
I can sit on the floor, or lie on the bed,
Starting one book, then choosing another instead.

You can’t laugh too loudly or people will stare;
You can’t spend all day plaiting someone’s long hair;
You can’t kick through puddles or squelch in the mud,
For the first rule of grown-ups is “never look odd”.

So the grown-up’s in charge but we get all the fun.
But of course that will all change when I become one!

 

My Sister

I want someone to play with and I want someone right now.
I want to climb up there: I need a friend to show me how.
This climbing frame’s our pirate ship; this blanket is our den
Its my turn, your turn, who’s in charge? OK, I’ll play again.

I want to do things my way and to show my way to you.
But when you start on something else, I want to do that too.
I want things to myself sometimes, I want to be alone.
But when you’re out, I’m always asking when you’re coming home.

This puzzle is too hard for me, these words too long to read.
I’ll copy what I see you do, you’ll show me what I need.
I think you’ve had more sweets than me, I’ll shout that it’s not fair
But things I eat don’t taste as good unless you’ve had your share.

We do most stuff together; you don’t like some things I do.
I’m finding out what makes me me by growing up with you!