Sprinting as fast as my 2 year old legs can carry me.
Running and running without a care.
My mother is behind me, telling me to slow down.
She tries to hold me back, but I slip away.
Because I'm 2 years old and running,
And nothing can stop me now.
Around the corner I turn,
Face to face with the stairs.
Without a look back I charge down.
Missing the first step,
Missing the second.
Screaming as I fall.
Tumbling, tumbling,
All the way down.
Wood strikes my face.
My knees are hit next.
My face bounces once again.
Then my back takes its turn.
Head over heels I tumble,
Unable to see the ground.
Falling and falling,
All the way down.
The granite floor comes up quickly.
My mother is speechless with fear.
Slowly I crawl to my feet.
Looking around I laugh.
Somehow I arise unscathed.
Once more I'm 2 years old and running,
And nothing can stop me now.
This is really good Mike! It captures the essence of 2-year-olds well. I really like the language you used because it inspired such clear imagery. I can see your mom's face too, and how she would react to that.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Katie. It captures both the energy of a two year-old and, on the outskirts, the parental terror of trying to keep this ball of energy safe. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteI liked how you started and ended with "I'm 2 years old and running, And nothing can stop me now." This poem definitely captures the energy that young children have.
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