POEMS
by Elizabeth Santos
THE LOOKING GLASS
| BUBBLES, BUBBLES, I’VE GOT TROUBLES!
The Looking Glass
Looking into mirrors,
There are lots of things to see
And every time I look, I’m in there
Looking back at me!
There’s a mirror in my mommy’s room
A mirror in the hall
And I keep running back and forth
So I can see it all
I gaze into one mirror
But don’t stay there very long
Because I’m in the other mirror, too
I’ve been there all along
I stand up really close to me
And look me in the eye
I can almost hug myself
If I really, really try
I run back to the other mirror
Trying hard to cling
But then I hurry back again
So I won’t miss a thing!
I’m here, I’m there, I’m everywhere
Loving what I see
I can’t get enough of mirrors
‘Cause I love to look at me!
BUBBLES, BUBBLES, I’VE GOT TROUBLES!
Bubbles, bubbles, I’ve got troubles!
I just spilled my bubble stuff
I was in here to be napping
Mommy’s going to make a fuss!
Now my troubles just got doubled!
I just spilled my paint water
All over mommy’s brand new carpet
I will hear some words from her!
Now I am in big, big trouble!
Sneaking out to get a drink
I spilled milk on Daddy’s briefcase
Troubles worser than you think!
Accidents get you in trouble
Trouble is my middle name
I spilled Mommy’s brand new perfume
She will never be the same!
Back to my bedroom on the double
To continue with my nap
I tripped up and broke a lamp
She will not be pleased with that!
I cleaned everything right up
And jumped back into bed
I heard Mommy’s footsteps coming
Quickly covered up my head!
Mommy came into my bedroom
Not a single word she said
She sat down beside me and then
Kissed me gently on the head
