It’s amazing to realize that my mother practically weaned me and my sister on nursery rhymes. She was reading these wonderful bits of poetry to us before we could walk. We knew about peas porridge, London bridge, little Boy Blue, and Baa, Baa, Black Sheep. Together we walked a crooked mile, saw silver bells and cockle shells, and tried to figure out how you pull out a plum from a Christmas pie.
Nursery rhymes opened up my imagination as I created pictures in my head when my mother recited those melodic words and phrases. They invited me to learn to memorize and then challenged me to learn to read the words for myself. Nursery rhymes were instrumental in developing my love for reading.
I don’t know who invented nursery rhymes, but those writers have brought lots of joy and pleasure to millions of children throughout the world.
Do you write in rhyme? Who knows? Maybe one day the little poems children recite may be one of yours!
Contributed by Catherine L. Osornio