convert this poem into story poem name is 'Mother and the mouse , by Faith Trekson
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STANZA 1 :
My Mother is not the sort of Mum
Who'll squeal and faint and shiver
Darkness doesn't scare her
When it thunders, she won't quiver!
In the very first stanza of the poem, the poet (or the narrator) introduces us to her mother. She differentiates her mother from the others by pointing out the fact that she is not afraid of anything - neither darkness nor even thunder. She is a strong, courageous woman and does not shout, tremble or faint precisely because - there is nothing that scares her.
STANZA 2 :
When I decide to play up
She fixes me with a stare,
One flashing look from her big eyes,
And I just don't care to dare!
The poet tells us that since her mother is unafraid and fearless, it is she whom the poet becomes afraid of. When the poet tries to have some sort of fun or misbehaves in some way, all that is required is one look from her mother's big eyes! As soon as the poet's mother angrily stares at her with her big eyes, all the ideas of misbehaviour vanish.
STANZA 3 :
So it was with shock, one morning,
When I woke up from a dream,
To hear my valiant, mighty Mum,
Let out a high-pitched scream!
Having established the strength and courage of her mother in the first two stanzas, the poet talks of something strange happening, in this stanza. She says that day as she got up in the morning one day, she realised that her brave mother was screaming! The sound of her scream came as a great shock to the poet because she has always known her mother to be a woman of no fear.
STANZA 4 :
I raced to see her perched up high,
Upon the Kitchen sink,
Squealing like a baby bat,
Right on the edge, the brink.
As soon as the poet managed to overcome the initial shock, she ran to see what had happened. She saw that her mother was sitting upon the very edge of the sink in the kitchen. Not just that, while sitting there, she was screaming and shrieking. The sound of her shriek was so shrill and high-pitched that the poet compares it with the sound produced by a baby bat.
STANZA 5 :
I asked her what the matter was,
Had the pressure cooker burst?
Or had the oven scorched her hand?
I did expect the worst!
When the poet saw her mother in that condition, she started imagining all the worst cases that might have happened that moment in the kitchen. She first asked her if the pressure cooker had burst open, then guessed if she burnt her hand trying to put something in the hot oven. The poet thought of the worst situations as the fearless lady - her mother - was curled up by the kitchen sink, shivering and shrieking.
STANZA 6 :
She whimpered like a baby,
And pointed to a mouse,
That had the gall and temerity
to enter into our house!
At last, mother gathered some courage, but she couldn't speak as yet so just lifted her hand and pointed towards something. The poet looked into the direction her mother was pointing and saw that there was a MOUSE! A mouse that was so bold and full of confidence that it entered their house and made the poet's mighty mother scared.
Explanation:
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Mother and the Mouse
by Faith Trekson
My Mother is not the sort of Mum
who'll squeal and faint and shiver,
Darkness doesn't scare her,
When it thunders she won't quiver!
When I decide to play up
she fixes me with a stare,
One flashing look from her big eyes,
and I just don't care to dare!
So it was with shock, one morning,
when I woke up from a dream,
To hear my valiant, mighty Mum,
let out a high-pitched scream!
I raced to see her perched up high,
upon the kitchen sink,
Squealing like a baby bat,
Right on the edge, the brink.
I asked her what the matter was,
Had the pressure cooker burst?
Or had the oven scorched her hand?
I did expect the worst!
She whimpered like a baby,
And pointed to a mouse,
That had the gall and temerity,
to enter into our house!
I picked a broom and shooed at it,
I chased it to the hall,
I almost whacked it sharply,
for driving Mummy up that wall.
But it was quick and cunning
and soon gave me the slip,
It vanished in the hallway,
into the garden skip.
I ran into the kitchen,
and helped my Mummy down,
Trembling like an autumn leaf,
She wore a frightened frown...
"I don't like mice", she whispered,
Her big eyes round with fear,
I felt like superheros do,
so glad that I was near!
I told her not to worry,
With the mice I was at war
I promised her that she'd be safe,
For thats what sons are for!