fire engine,
you know,
the five alarm fire?
Sometimes it's a
grouchy
yelling-at-mama,
"Hey!" type of cry.
There's the rolling,
sort of lazy cry,
not really crying,
just complaining.
Sometimes there are syllables
"Ning ning ning," or "Raa raa raa,"
a tiny lion roaring in her den.
Then there's the
real cry.
The scared, truly hurt, in pain cry.
That one
makes me cry too.
* Day 24 of the KidLitosphere Poem-A-Day Challenge for National Poetry Month.
What a treasure of memories and moments you are gathering in these poems!
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