It was not fun when I was none,
I couldn’t pick my nose or run,
I simply lay about all day,
I wasn’t big enough to play.
It was more fun when I was one,
I liked to play and get things done,
Like mixing paints and chasing cats,
And wearing multicoloured hats.
More fun still when I was two,
With yet more things that I could do,
Like whisper, scream and talk and shout,
And wipe my bum and run about.
It’s even better being three,
I’m learning how to be like me,
I choose my clothes and brush my hair,
And now I’m three I’ve learnt to share.
I cannot wait until I’m four,
When I’ll be learning more and more,
I’ll read my name and write my age,
And learn to tame my pre-school rage.
I can’t imagine being five,
Is that the age you learn to drive?
And will boys ask to marry me?
I think I’ll stick to being three.
[For Ellie who is three and told me today that she will get married and learn to drive when she is five]
Pooky's Poems 
Very cute!
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Thank you!
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I agree!
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Thank you 🙂
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Oh that Ellie–what a hoot!!
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She certainly makes me laugh! Life with two three year olds is never dull. That’s for sure.
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I can only imagine!
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Thank you so much for following my blog!
This poem is just wonderful!!! I have a one year old granddaughter, two three year old grandsons and one 4 year old! So it goes without saying how much this gorgeous poem resonates! 🙂
Love
Christine
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I’m amazed you’ve lived to tell the tale. You must give me some tips!
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Not sure about tips! The older I get the less I realise I know! 🙂
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I know this feeling… I’m just finishing a PhD and at no point have I been more convinced that I have a lot more research to do than at the point of write up!
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A PhD and you have children too?! You have my admiration, good luck. Im sure you will do great! What are you studying?
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I’ve been doing it part time over a few years – I didn’t have kids when I started… I study student mental health. I’ve been developing training programmes for teachers to help them spot mental health conditions as early as possible and offer appropriate support. My PhD focuses on eating disorders and self-harm but I cover all sorts of other issues in my freelance work and may go on to research them more fully too…
And re having kids too, I found since I had kids I get more done as I simply will not waste time. I would never stay late at work or spend more time than was necessary on my PhD as every wasted minute was a minute I could have been with my girls…
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Well I think its great. My youngest daughter suffered in her teens with self harming and she is now 26 and suffers from health anxiety and quite severe OCD. She has had some help but it wasn’t right for her but she is thinking of seeking out some more. She manages it all very well and has just completed her Masters in Social work and is six months into her first full time job.
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It sounds like she is doing remarkably well – though I would have thought that social work was a very stressful vocation for someone who has struggled with such difficulties? She is very brave! That said, sometimes it is easier to find a way to be well for others than it is for yourself, so perhaps working with people who really need her may help her to be well? Good luck to her x
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Oh I love this. The voice of the child is perfect. Your rhythm and rhyme give a wonderful flow to the poem. Your words bring joyful memories.
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Thank you – as I’m getting into the habit of writing every day, I find little things spark poems – and Ellie deciding she would drive when she was five was too good an opportunity to miss!
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Yes she is finding it stressful but in a healthy way and I think what you say makes good sense, that helping other people helps her be well. She loves her job with such passion I think what you say is showing itself. And it can be heartbreaking work too; she is working with looked after children, ie children placed in foster care. She is gradually learning to give 100% while also being able to remain somewhat detached. I think that, in itself, is a skill and can take time. She cant solve people’s problems, just help them through them. X
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Oh wow – looked after children is about the toughest line she could choose. One of our girls came through SS (I will bore you with the tale another time) and in learning how best to support her we’ve spent a lot of time with other adoptive parents whose children have been through so very much. It must be very hard to go home and not take those worries with you – but at the same time, I have no doubt your daughter is literally changing,and saving, lives. Hats off to her.
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Thank you for your encouraging words. 🙂
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Sweet:) can’t wait to have these precious moments with my grandson. Enjoy, they pass to quickly.
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It’s going so fast that it feels like I’ll be sharing these moments with grandchildren any moment too!
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Will there be a 6-10? Please!
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Perhaps in a couple of years ten – my kids are currently three so six to ten year olds are a foreign species to me 🙂
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Very nice and sweet
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thank you
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You are most welcome. ..
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I think I’ll share this poem at our school. I work with 4 year old special needs children and they bring me joy every day.
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Oh what a wonderful job! I used to be a governor at a couple of special needs school and always found them to fantastic and joy filled places.
I’m delighted that you think the children will enjoy this. Do let me know what they think..
Thanks for coming by and commenting 🙂
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Great piece! Reminds me of my daughter. Thanks for the follow!
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That’s lovely 🙂 how old is your daughter?
I look forward to reading your posts 🙂
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Pooky, I do apologize. For some reason I’m just now seeing your response! My daughter is 4. Happy New year to you!
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No problem! 4 is such an exciting age.
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