No More Puddles!

In response to Bartholomew Barker’s April Visual Poetry Prompt
for Living Poetry

There’ll be no puddle jumping this day! Mother said in her stern mommy voice. The consequences will definitely not be of your choice.

Wanting so badly to do the right thing,
I nodded with quiet acquiescence.
Determinedly most assuredly I would not muss up my pretty new dress.

But you see what happened was this,
it wasn’t my own fault at all. Mother’s the one that told me you know, walk with my shoulders up straight and tall.

Because Mother placed upon my feet two shiny new rain boots a bit too big
and while running, I mean walking
I tripped on a big fat twig.

Down I went into the biggest most awesome puddle I’d ever seen!
It was so much fun, I made a big
splash, then I heard my Mother scream.

I can not repeat, no, no, not I, the bad words she said with angry tears in her eyes.
Mad was she and disappointed with me,
Back to the house to change on the fly.

Then I thought well why not,
as we walked back by that puddle,
I took another jump cause,
I was already in trouble!


  1. willowdot21 says:

    Absolutely lovely you got right inside the mind of a child! I had three boys so this brought back lots of memories 💜

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Willow, so glad! 😊


  2. Sadje says:

    What fun she must’ve had. Was it worth making mommy mad?

    Liked by 1 person

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