Me Too! Preschool Poetry by C.J. Heck

C.J. Heck
By C.J. Heck June 17, 2013 00:46

Me Too! Preschool Poetry by C.J. Heck

Summary:

Preschool: That brief period of childhood when everything is either black, or white, a time of Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, and the grey area hasn’t yet begun. It’s the last true age of innocence, when mom and dad are the good guys, pretending is a profession, and bugs are just tiny friends.

Wouldn’t it be fun to have a grownup friend who understands, someone to say it’s okay if the world doesn’t always make sense? CJ Heck is that grownup friend. She’s been entertaining children and grownups with her poetry since 1999 with the release of her first book.

Sit back, get comfy, and read “Me Too!” with a child– get back in touch with your own inner child again and remember, remember, remember…

The author has rated this book G (all ages).

Excerpt:

Bumble Bee

Today I watched a bumble bee.
He was on a pretty rose.
When I leaned in to look at him,
he stung me on my nose!

I wasn’t going to squish him,
only watch and see …
but I’ll never get that close again
to a grouchy grumble bee.

I Love Bugs

I love teeny tiny ants
and itchy bitsy fleas,
spiders, big and little,
and grouchy grumble bees,

butterflies that flutter by,
and beetles when they run
from marching caterpillars.
I think bugs are fun!

Skeeters like to bite me,
but lightning bugs, they don’t,
and flies that get inside the house
could bite, but they won’t.

Silly racing centipedes
and slow and slimy slugs
are my very special favorites.
I love bugs.

Bedtime Prayer

Now I lay me
Down in bed.

All my prayers
and night-nights said.

Snuggle bunny, teddy bear,
toasty blankie, all are here.

Out with the light
so dreams will come.

Thank you, God.
Now, where’s my thumb?

(Night-Night)

Caterpillar

Fuzzy caterpillar
with your million-jillion feet,
how do you know which foot should go
as you’re walking on that leaf?

You make it look so easy,
right-left-right, the way you do,
sometimes MY feet get tangled up
and I have only TWO …

Blankies

Blankie was made to be slept with.
Blankie was made to be hugged.
Blankie cares when mom and dad can’t be there
’cause blankie was 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.

Help! Monsters!

Help! Monsters in my closet.
Monsters in the hall.
Monsters underneath my bed
and Monsters in the wall.

Monsters ‘hind my bedroom door.
They’re in the bathroom, too.
I know they’re ugly green ones,
maybe even red or blue!

My bed feels like an island
with the monsters everywhere
… til Mommy says goodnight to them,
then they all just disappear.

The Swinging Song

Bye oh bye up,
bye oh bye down.
Bye oh bye feet,
way off the ground.

Swing-ing, swing-ing,
I love swing-ing.

Bye oh bye high,
bye oh bye low.
Bye oh bye faster,
look at me go.

Swing-ing, swing-ing,
I love swing-ing.

Bye oh bye fly
up to the sky.
Bye oh bye push me
higher than high.

Swing-ing, swing-ing,
I love swing-ing.

Bye oh bye eyes
are closing now
bye oh bye head
is nodding down

Swing-ing, swing-ing,
I love swing-ing.

Bye oh bye gently,
bye oh bye slow,
bye oh bye, shhhhh,
To sleep I go.

(whispering as swing slows down)

Swing-ing, swing-ing,

I

love

swing-ing.

Copyright© C.J. Heck. All rights reserved.

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A native of Coshocton, Ohio, CJ Heck is a published poet, writer, blogger, and the author of three children's books, a collection of short stori... Click the image to the left to learn more.

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