When You’re Four

Everyone thinks that when you’re four,
You’re not a baby any more.
And some days when you’re four you like
To be a big girl on your bike,
You dress yourself and brush your hair,
You battle dragons in their lair.
But sometimes when you’re four you need
To take things at a different speed,
And have Dad squish your sweaty palms,
And snuggle in your Mummy’s arms.


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23 Responses to When You’re Four

  1. Lovely Pooky, but it doesn’t stop after four either, I think in some ways that travels with you through life.


  2. CC Champagne says:

    This makes me long for those relatively easy years… Very evocative and well written.


  3. jfb57 says:

    Such a lovely poem that balances with Nanna from a few days ago! I expect you’ll like 21 too!


  4. Lovely poem. Made me wish for a four-year-old’s hand to hold.


  5. This is really sweet. There’s nothing quite like holding a child’s hand xx


  6. Well-written. Makes me feel like I’m 4 again. 🙂


  7. Robin says:

    Short and sweet , a child complete!


  8. Even sometimes when you’re a really big girl you feel small… 🙂
    Lovely poem.


  9. topazo says:

    awwww….this is so nice


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