This file includes poems and page ideas about growing children. Also see Girls Growing Up and Growing Up.
(author unknown)
They say I'm too young,
to cross the street to play.
That I'm too old to cry,
When I don't get my way.
That I am much to big,
to swing on the garden gate.
But very much too small,
to stay up after eight.
I'm young, I'm old, I'm big, I'm small--
Do you ever think, in age and height,
I will ever grow to be just right?
(Eve Merriam)
What in the world
goes stalking and balking
running and sunning
thumping and jumping
lugging and hugging
swinging and singing
wriggling and giggling
sliding and hiding
throwing and knowing
growing and growing
much too big
for last years clothes?
Who knows?
(Alison L., title page poem for child's album)
Once I was a baby boy,
A tiny thing who brought great joy.
Time, it passed as time will do.
The months flew by and now I'm two.
Still, my growing has just begun.
Blink and you could miss loads of fun.
You say you want to watch me grow?
Well turn this page. Come on. Let's go!
(for a girl change the first two lines to:
Once I was a baby girl,
A tiny thing, a precious pearl.)
(author unknown)
There go the grown ups
To the office,
To the store.
Subway rush,
Traffic crush;
Hurry, scurry,
Worry, flurry.
No wonder
Grownups
Don't grow up
Any more.
It takes a lot
Of slow
To grow.