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Little Mouse - Poem

Updated on August 30, 2016

To My Children

My children are the testimony of my life and the reason I have such love and joy. As a mother I have loved and nurtured them, taught them and gave to them all I had to give.

When the time came, as difficult as it was, I watched them set sail on their own voyage of life, knowing each one has their own path to follow and their own dreams to fulfill.

Some of my poems are little snippets of their lives, moments in time that have warmed my heart. Little Mouse tells the story of my youngest daughter. Born into a poverty stricken Romania, right after their 1989 revolution, she was placed in an orphanage with hundreds of other newborns.

After piles of paperwork, six long weeks in this very foreign country, and hours of patiently waiting on Romania's adoption courts, I carried my three and a half month, under seven pound, little girl home to Germany.

As she grew, her love for cheese and a book about a little mouse's birthday inspired this poem about her.

A Little Mouse has blessed my house.
A Little Mouse has blessed my house. | Source
My Little Mouse
My Little Mouse | Source

Little Mouse

A little mouse came one day,

From a land so poor and far away

She came to live within my house,

This tiny, little, baby mouse

Her hair was golden in the sun,

Her smile would capture everyone.

Her eyes would sparkle, her laugh would please,

And when you held her she gave such a squeeze.

This little mouse brought love and joy,

To every person, girl and boy

She loved to sing and dance and play,

Every morning was a bright new day.

When I would rock her every night,

The moon was shining high and bright.

Gazing down on my little mouse

I’d thank the Lord He blessed my house.

I prayed that she would someday know,

How blessed I was to watch her grow.

To love her as she grew each day

And swell with pride as she found her way

In the darkest hours of my days,

When I wandered in a desperate haze,

My little mouse was the only one

To breathe life and light into my sun

And when she’s grown and gone her way

I pray that she’ll look back some day

And know I gave her all I had

And she’ll be thankful and very glad

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    • miss_jkim profile image

      miss_jkim 4 years ago

      Thank you dreamseeker2, happy to know it brought a smile to your face.

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      dreamseeker2 4 years ago

      Cute poem! Voted it up and interesting. : )

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      miss_jkim 6 years ago


      I am honored that you are impressed by my work. Thank you for such kind words. I look forward to hearing more from you.

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      Mohan Kumar 6 years ago from UK

      This is so beautiful. I am sure your little mouse will cherish this when she knows what you've written. Thanks for sharing, can't wait to read more of your kaleidoscope work.

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      miss_jkim 6 years ago

      Thank you leni, yes they inspire me. It is a joy to watch them grow into such beautiful adults.

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      Leni Sands 6 years ago from UK

      Lovely. It impresses me the way your children inspire your poetry.

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      miss_jkim 6 years ago

      Sit as long as you wish and dream on my friend.

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      ...I am but sincerely a child in your sweet poetic arms - such a wonderful sentiment - and though my eyes are open when I read these beautiful words - I really don't want to open them either - I just want to sit here and dream .........

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Thank you Susan

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      Susan Boswell 7 years ago

      This a beautiful poem.

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      :-) - and vice versa.

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago


      Thank you for such kind words and sharing such a beautiful and personal moment of remembering your father.

      You always touch my heart.

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      My eyes are wet with tears, Miss_jkim. Not only are your little mouse story and poem lovely and touching, but I'm instantly reminded of a poem about a little mouse which my Dad used to read or quote to me often as I sat on his knee soaking up his attention.

      In it the little mouse was too curious and didn't always listen to her elders.

      Sure enough, she got too close to the cheese in the trap one day and SNAP, the trap came down. It was a typical German-heritage poem with strong moral to it and I loved hearing his resonant voice reciting it, though, of course - I hardly took it personally. But it stayed with me & I'm sure it's helped me back off from some mousetraps I could have just as easily gotten too close to! I think I have a copy of it written in his handwriting in my keepsakes. I must find and scan it.

      Thanks for sharing yours with us! I love it too!

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Little Mouse just turned 20 years old.

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      Pratonix 7 years ago from Asia

      A very sweet little poem. And how old is your 'little mouse' now?

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Thank you for such kind words.

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      epigramman 7 years ago

      it makes me feel like a little boy again - and that's saying a lot because I'm 94 years old!

      Probably one of my favorite poems here at hubpages for its joyful simplicity but also for its profound undertones of wisdom and poignancy and innocence!!!

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Indeed, green tea-cher, that says it all.

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      green tea-cher 7 years ago

      From your poem I can see that both your daughter and yourself have benefited from a very special relationship. You have both been blessed. Very nice. I love the line " My little mouse was the only one to breathe light and life into my sun". This line says it all.

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Thanks for your input Robert.

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      RobertAllenSavage 7 years ago from Buffalo, WYOMING

      Good stuff, so I will click on BEAUTIFUL.......thanks for sharing