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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Adolescence/Teen Years (07/16/09)

TITLE: Mum's monosyllabic missive
By Sharon Kane


When first I brought you to the light
There was a gap, you see,
For I was big and tall and strong
While you were small and wee.

And I knew much of truth and lore
While your mind still was bare,
And so I filled it with such things
As have their place in there.

I held your hands – you learned to walk,
And then to jump and run.
And as I spoke to you each day
You learned to talk. What fun!

The years went by. You learned to read,
And write and count and more:
Climb trees, dig holes, catch fish, ride bikes,
Fall down and get up sore.

Then came the day – I knew it would –
You stood and smiled with glee,
Spoke just two words, “Hi, Mum”, and looked
Not up, but down at me!

You eat two plates of chips and still
Came back and ask for more.
Your legs are grown so long I doubt
That you still see the floor.

You see me with a jar of jam
Whose lid just will not budge,
You take it, and the lid comes off
With no more than a nudge.

You seem to know so much these days,
All things you've gleaned from books.
You pass the facts to me, and give
One of your big boy looks!

I am most blessed to have you son,
You do not smoke or drink,
You don't do drugs or mess with things
That bring men to the brink.

You do your chores – from time to time;
You wash the pots – when told.
I've seen your socks go in the wash
When they weren't green with mould.

And so, big boy, I do not moan,
Nay! I am proud of you.
But I am vexed on this one point,
Please give me just a clue:

You talk so well with friends, and folk
With whom you like to stay.
But speak in grunts and sighs to us
Who live with you each day.

How I would love to chat with you
And see your eyes so bright,
Just as you used to talk to me
From wake-up time till night.

And so I write to you my child,
In words both plain and short,
For I would like a lot to hear
You speak as you were taught!

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Amy Michelle Wiley 07/23/09
Hehe, cute poem, and so true!
Verna Cole Mitchell 07/24/09
You presented the different stages of a boy growing up well. I liked best the lament at the end.
william price07/27/09
Excellent. Very nicely done. And you brought froth a wonderful tribute as well. I'm impressed. God bless.
Loren T. Lowery07/27/09
It's so good to see that such a missive can be delivered in single-syllabic words, easy to understand while still delivering quite a punch of reality. I tried saying this in a monosyllabic form, but failed miserably, showing just how difficult a task writing your poem must have been. Wonderfully done.
Carol Slider 07/27/09
I'm impressed! You took a clever concept and used it to illustrate a profound truth about young people as they grow up. Very well done!
Connie Dixon07/27/09
This was amazing! What a great excercise (and mind puzzle) to come up with all of this in one-syllable words. I can't imagine trying it! Loved everything about it.