Children Poetry posted August 24, 2014


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Looking for Mummy Caterpillar

Casper the Caterpillar

by sandramitchell

Casper was a caterpillar sitting on a leaf,
He looked all around it, and then he looked underneath.
He called out for his mummy, but she was not around,
So with a little wiggle he jiggled to the ground.

He saw a little ladybird sitting by some trees,
And went across and said to her, "Could you help me, please?
I can't find my mummy, do you know where she might be?"
The ladybird, said, "Sorry! She hasn't been past me."

Then Casper saw a little frog, on a lily pad
And went across and said to him, "I am very sad,
I can't find my mummy, do you know where she might be?"
The little frog said, "Sorry! She hasn't been past me."

Casper walked on further and saw some buzzing bees
He went across and said to one, "Could you help me, please?
I can't find my mummy, do you know where she might be?"
The buzzing bee said, "Sorry! She hasn't been past me."

Casper saw a pretty snail cleaning out her home,
He went across and said to her, "I am all alone.
I can't find my mummy, do you know where she might be?"
The pretty snail said, "Sorry! She hasn't been past me."

Then Casper spied a spider, spinning cobwebs on the trees,
He went across and said to him, "Can you help me, please?
I can't find my mummy, do you know where she might be?"
But the spider said, "Sorry! She hasn't been past me."

Now, Casper was quite tired, he'd walked a long, long way,
"I can't stop because I've got to find my mum today.
I've asked many creatures, do you know where she might be?"
But everyone said, "Sorry! She hasn't been past me!"

Casper found a nice big leaf, he thought he'd have a doze.
He fell asleep and while he slept, something strange arose,
His little caterpillar shape became a chrysalis,
So when he wakes, he'll be surprised, and wonder what he is!

Then Casper woke and saw his wings--he was a butterfly!
And all at once he saw his mum as she came flying by.
And all the creatures he had asked, where his mum might be,
Came and shouted really loud, "Yes, she's been past me!"



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This is a little poem I've written to help one of my grandchildren to read. I've used the same repeating lines so that he gets used to the look and sound of the words and hopefully it will help him. He is dyslexic and is so frustrated in school as his friends are going ahead of him in reading. He likes to write his letters with me, so I am hoping something like this will help. Any suggestions welcome. He is having extra help at school, but he finds it so hard. He is 6 years old and is the sweetest little fellow. :) (says a doting Granny.)
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