Some Poems for Toddlers

From a Toddler's Point of View

Hi, I’m CJ. I love writing fiction, short stories, flash fiction, essays on kids and childhood, and all kinds of poetry. But my favorite by far is poetry for children from toddlers on up to … how old did you say you were?

As always, the poetry is written from a child’s point of view as they navigate the sometimes puzzling world around them. Isn’t it nice they have a grownup friend to help and guide them?

Here are a few for the toddler and preschool set ... oh … and I invite your inner child to read them, too.

Mommy’s Hands

Mommy’s hands are very big
and mine are very small.
The things that Mommy’s hands can do,
mine can’t do at all.

She said as I get bigger
my hands will grow with me.
Then I can do what Mommy does.
Dear God, grow me, please?

[From the book, “Barking Spiders (and Other Such Stuff)”, by CJ Heck]

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Blankies
 
Blankies were made to be slept with. 
Blankies are made to be hugged. 
Blankies care when mom and dad can't be there 
'cause blankies are made to give love.
 
I sure do miss mine when it's in the wash, 
(blankie gets dirty, you see) 
'cause everywhere I go, blankie goes, too, 
with Mommy and Daddy and me.

(from the book, “Me Too!  Preschool Poetry”, by C.J. Heck)

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Ten Little Piggies 

Ten little piggies 
all stand in a line 
and my mommy told me 
the piggies all are mine. 

One by one she points to them. 
Every piggie has a name, 
and then a place he goes to. 
I really LOVE this game! 

When mommy sings the song, 
I see ten piggies wiggle, 
and when my mommy kisses them, 
it makes me smile and giggle! 

When the game is over, 
we put them in warm socks. 
I wonder, how many piggies 
does a Mom and Daddy gots?

(from the book, “Me Too!  Preschool Poetry”, by C.J. Heck)

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Our New Baby

We're gonna have a baby! 
Daddy told me yesterday. 
A baby brother or a sister 
Mommy's growing it each day.
 
It's right there in her tummy. 
Can you see it? It's right there. 
I can hold my hand to feel it move 
'Cause Mommy doesn't care.
 
I wonder, does it like the things 
That Mommy has to eat? 
All those yucky vegetables? 
All the hard to chew up meat?
 
I hope that it comes outta there 
Before I get too old ... 
Uh Oh, Mommy's eating ice cream! 
Will that make our baby cold?

[From the book, “Barking Spiders (and Other Such Stuff)”, by CJ Heck]

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