one of mine
Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 1:18 pm
The number of non rhyming poems I have written could be counted on my fingers, I think. I particularly like this one.
I only hope people remember who Pollyanna was and what was her philosophy
Pollyanna Eyes
© Zondrae King (Corrimal) 05/08
It was, I think, a sports day at my school.
I just remember crying, coming last.
“It’s OK.” I heard my mother say.
“Did you expect to win?” she wisely asks.
I answer, “No.” “Then why the tears?”
“Just think how it would feel
if you really had the chance to win and then came last.
It would feel much worse than this.”
She smiles and gives a kiss.
“You should develop ‘Pollyanna’ eyes and learn to see,
that things in life which first appear to be
a great disaster, from your point of view,
can be the best thing that ever happened
for someone else and sometimes even you.”
This doesn’t help my five year old pride
and yet, I know she’s right,
deep down inside.
And through the years,
I learn.
My teenage daughter plans a party and it rains.
“It’s OK” I say. “There’s much less chance of gatecrashers
arriving at the door, and when not welcome
standing out the front and gathering in numbers on the street,
until the neighbours phone for the police.”
Our eyes meet.
“Oh Mum, you just don’t understand!”
She throws up her hands in a gesture of frustration.
- But I do, and she will too.
And through the years,
I hope that she will learn
to see the world through ‘Pollyanna’ eyes.
_________________ Oh dear I have just seen a rhyme! After all these years and how many times I have looked it over.
I only hope people remember who Pollyanna was and what was her philosophy
Pollyanna Eyes
© Zondrae King (Corrimal) 05/08
It was, I think, a sports day at my school.
I just remember crying, coming last.
“It’s OK.” I heard my mother say.
“Did you expect to win?” she wisely asks.
I answer, “No.” “Then why the tears?”
“Just think how it would feel
if you really had the chance to win and then came last.
It would feel much worse than this.”
She smiles and gives a kiss.
“You should develop ‘Pollyanna’ eyes and learn to see,
that things in life which first appear to be
a great disaster, from your point of view,
can be the best thing that ever happened
for someone else and sometimes even you.”
This doesn’t help my five year old pride
and yet, I know she’s right,
deep down inside.
And through the years,
I learn.
My teenage daughter plans a party and it rains.
“It’s OK” I say. “There’s much less chance of gatecrashers
arriving at the door, and when not welcome
standing out the front and gathering in numbers on the street,
until the neighbours phone for the police.”
Our eyes meet.
“Oh Mum, you just don’t understand!”
She throws up her hands in a gesture of frustration.
- But I do, and she will too.
And through the years,
I hope that she will learn
to see the world through ‘Pollyanna’ eyes.
_________________ Oh dear I have just seen a rhyme! After all these years and how many times I have looked it over.
I like this poem - I hope your daughter now understands the lesson 