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Timmy the Frog - Poem

Updated on August 1, 2013

For my children

My children are the light and joy of my life. 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.

This poem was inspired by my son who loved to catch frogs and always wanted to keep one as a pet. I tried to explain to him that a frog was not a pet and needed to live his life in his natural habitat with his froggy wife and little tadpoles.

Timmy the Frog

Timmy the frog hopped into my yard

He came to visit a while

Mom, please can he stay

He wants to play

She nodded with a knowing smile.

So we leapt and we hopped

And we couldn’t be stopped

Through the grass and through the weeds,

Till we found a cool place to rest a while,

Under the shade of the trees

We lay on the ground,

Insects buzzing around

And we gazed at the wide blue sky,

We made not a sound, as we lay on the ground

Watching the clouds float by.

Then I drifted away

As a cloud passed my way

Only to wake with a fright

I gave out a sigh, as the frog waved goodbye

And leapt into the woods out of sight

To: My son Ian, you make me smile.


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    • miss_jkim profile image

      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Thanks again epigramman, he is a wonderful son, and I count myself lucky to have him.

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      epigramman 7 years ago

      well you gotta love Timmy the Frog because there was obviously a lot of love present during the creative process of this poem ...... lucky young man is your son!

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      This is one of my first attempts at poetry. I wrote it when he was about seven years old. He is thirty-three, in the Army, and serving in Afghanistan today.

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      green tea-cher 7 years ago

      I can picture a little boy with a frog, running and hopping until they could no longer. This is a fun piece.