National Adult Literacy Database

September 10, 2001

The following poem was written by Shannon Rose Stacey, from St. John's, Newfoundland. Shannon started to write when she was a little girl, eleven years old. For a few years her writing was what she called "quiet writing" because she didn't show it to a lot of people. She started to show her writing at fifteen years of age and got a lot of good comments on it, so she continued. Now, it is like a hobby. Shannon is doing Adult Basic Education courses at Brother T. I. Murphy Center in St. John's, and her future intentions are to write books and poetry. She is married and has two small children whom she adores.

A Little Boy

by Shannon Rose Stacey

A little boy, not yet two
Sees me coming into the house,
Crawls to my feet,
While squawking his happy joy.

A little boy, not yet two,
Is clasped to my leg,
While I am fretting in the kitchen.

A little boy, not yet two
Is sitting and playing with my toes,
Laughing his heart out
At his own little game.

A little boy, not yet two,
Is calling me... mom,
mom,
mom,

I must go and play
Before he becomes, my little man,
Not yet twenty,
And doesn't want to play anymore ...