TOO BIG FOR BEAR
I’m six years old, too big for Bear,
but maybe in my bed tonight . . .
No friends are here to see or care.
I’m six years old, too big for Bear,
but ghosts are creeping everywhere.
If only I could hold him tight.
I’m six years old, too big for Bear,
but maybe in my bed tonight . . .
© Ann Whitford Paul. All rights reserved
Says
Ann "This poem popped into my head because of the times we’re living
in. When we’re stuck at home, everyone needs something to comfort them
whether 6 or 66 or 106 years young. Yours could be a blanket, a bear, a
good book, or a warm bath or a sweet banana. Don’t be embarrassed.
Snuggle it, read it, splash in it, eat it. Do what you need to calm and
soothe yourself. We may be apart, but we’re all in this together.
The poem is a triolet.
It’s easy because it’s only eight lines and several of the lines are repeated.
The form looks like:
First line
Second line
*Third line rhymes with first line
Fourth line repeats first line
*Fifth line rhymes with first line
*Sixth line rhymes with second line
Seventh line repeats first line
Eighth line repeats second line.
Once
you have your first lines, you’re well on your way. I’ve put an* beside
each line that isn’t a repeat. The key is to make sure your first two
lines are worth of being repeated. I hope maybe you’ll give this form a
try. Happy writing!"