Burl Ives came to mind reading this - The Ugly Bug Ball. Why does my mind insist that when I read poems that it open up my large repository of memories that contains even a snippet of Burl Ives?
Because in this instance, through reading The Lady Bug, it reminded me of my time as an infant at school listening to The Ugly Bug Ball on a big wireless matrixed to the class wall. I did not know that it was Burl Ives but thought it was Miss Campbell's, and that she somehow had transferred her voice into this big box. Never occured to me that it was a man's voice. Dope!
I enjoyed reading this delightful interaction between a ladybird and its 'guardian'. I like the image too, the only colour belonging to the ladybird.
I’ll let you share my bedroom
and when it’s dark at night,
Mommy leaves the lamp on
(monsters hate it when it’s light).
The creature was not the only one who left the lamp on at night to keep monsters away. Ah, such memories. Now I will have to struggle to rid the Burl Ives song playing at volume in my head.
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 23, 2006
There is a sweet chld residing in your heart. Great write. Victor
Nice artwork, CJ. My, you do pen some precious children's poems. Just love your work... Bet your grandchildren find all your poems enjoyable. They're so lucky to have a gifted grandma like you! :)
I love this!!!
LOLOL.....The winter my daughter was two, we had lady bugs all over our living room. She would take them one at a time,and put them in a 2" miniture baby buggy and on her hands and knees push it around the house! Talking to them the whole time. She named her favorite Dotty Lasher, I have no idea where she got that idea from. But Dotty was handled alot! And.....oh sad sad sad.......she broke! LOL ohhhhh the look on my baby's face, when whe had a smooshed lady bug in her hand.....bewildred and scared. But I explained that the bugs were fragile, she could still play with them, but not to handle them so much......just put them into her little buggy, and tour the hallway. This worked......she was happy....
A few yrs later, she won a fish and a girl scout fair.......oh boy......
the fish........well, he was hugged to death! LOL
but thats another story!
We have always had dogs in our home, but I guess the novely of something handsized and cheerful held too much allure!
ty for this poem..........
brought back memories and a crazy ramble from me........lol
pax A
Awwwwwwwww:). This is p e r f e c t, CJ. I used to work with children {was a therapist}, and sometimes wrote for them, and this poem is exactly the kind of thing they crave. Full of concrete images, fun to read and listen to, and. . .what child doesn't like
ladybugs? Know I did. Still do! Rhyme is impeccable, I say
that? Not nearly as easy as it looks to write for children. Color me WOWed ! 'Pea' <3
Only you can express the ability of a child to have a conversation with a ladybug. I guess growing up is losing that ability. Just call me a kid then. Your writing so much reminds me of Mo, and I love you for that.
Ladybug Hugs
Rusty
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 23, 2006
CJ,
This is so adorable and endearing I loved the ending....
Meet Girdy, a delightfully spooky witch with green stringy hair, a bumpy nose, and a knack for mischief! Alongside her eerie but lovable family—Momma Mummy, Daddy Gargoyle, and her mischievous brother Goblin—Girdy embraces her wonderfully weird world
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Because in this instance, through reading The Lady Bug, it reminded me of my time as an infant at school listening to The Ugly Bug Ball on a big wireless matrixed to the class wall. I did not know that it was Burl Ives but thought it was Miss Campbell's, and that she somehow had transferred her voice into this big box. Never occured to me that it was a man's voice. Dope!
I enjoyed reading this delightful interaction between a ladybird and its 'guardian'. I like the image too, the only colour belonging to the ladybird.
I’ll let you share my bedroom
and when it’s dark at night,
Mommy leaves the lamp on
(monsters hate it when it’s light).
The creature was not the only one who left the lamp on at night to keep monsters away. Ah, such memories. Now I will have to struggle to rid the Burl Ives song playing at volume in my head.
I liked this!
Great write CJ!
Kimmy~
God Bless
LOL
Lena
Fee
LOLOL.....The winter my daughter was two, we had lady bugs all over our living room. She would take them one at a time,and put them in a 2" miniture baby buggy and on her hands and knees push it around the house! Talking to them the whole time. She named her favorite Dotty Lasher, I have no idea where she got that idea from. But Dotty was handled alot! And.....oh sad sad sad.......she broke! LOL ohhhhh the look on my baby's face, when whe had a smooshed lady bug in her hand.....bewildred and scared. But I explained that the bugs were fragile, she could still play with them, but not to handle them so much......just put them into her little buggy, and tour the hallway. This worked......she was happy....
A few yrs later, she won a fish and a girl scout fair.......oh boy......
the fish........well, he was hugged to death! LOL
but thats another story!
We have always had dogs in our home, but I guess the novely of something handsized and cheerful held too much allure!
ty for this poem..........
brought back memories and a crazy ramble from me........lol
pax A
Love Tinka
Peace & Love,
Dove
ladybugs? Know I did. Still do! Rhyme is impeccable, I say
that? Not nearly as easy as it looks to write for children. Color me WOWed ! 'Pea' <3
Ladybig, ladybug..no more to roam.
Great poetry for the little ones. awesome pen.
Susan
Only you can express the ability of a child to have a conversation with a ladybug. I guess growing up is losing that ability. Just call me a kid then. Your writing so much reminds me of Mo, and I love you for that.
Ladybug Hugs
Rusty
This is so adorable and endearing I loved the ending....
Light & Peace,
Joselyn