Welcome to another post from the archives of children’s/YA author Robbie Cheadle. This week a poem for her youngest son, and co-author for the Sir Chocolate series, Michael Cheadle.
My Michael by Robbie Cheadle.
I love my little Michael,
He is the sweetest boy;
I often give him cuddles,
And buy him a nice new toy.
We read our favourite stories,
About dragons and brave knights;
He thoroughly enjoys them,
Then, out go all the lights.
From closed cupboards and doors,
Lurking monsters stealthily creep;
And my poor little lad,
Can’t get an wink of sleep.
Into the marital bed,
My boy quietly slides;
And between his loving parents,
From night time horrors hides.
Mom and dad lie, awake,
While Mikey kicks and dreams;
Unable to get any rest,
Counting sheep won’t work, it seems.
©Robbie Cheadle
About Robbie Cheadle
Robbie Cheadle was born in London in the United Kingdom. Her father died when she was three months old and her mother immigrated to South Africa with her tiny baby girl. Robbie has lived in Johannesburg, George and Cape Town in South Africa and attended fourteen different schools. This gave her lots of opportunities to meet new people and learn lots of social skills as she was frequently “the new girl”.
Robbie is a qualified Chartered Accountant and specialises in corporate finance with a specific interest in listed entities and stock markets. Robbie has written a number of publications on listing equities and debt instruments in Africa and foreign direct investment into Africa.
Robbie is married to Terence Cheadle and they have two lovely boys, Gregory and Michael. Michael (aged 11) is the co-author of the Sir Chocolate series of books and attends school in Johannesburg. Gregory (aged 14) is an avid reader and assists Robbie and Michael with filming and editing their YouTube videos and editing their books.
A selection of books by Robbie Cheadle
One of the recent reviews for While the Bombs Fell
What a lovely, poignant book! It’s the only one I’ve read that describes what life was like for very young children growing up during World War Two. There is also quite a bit of English history included, which I found quite interesting. The wartime recipes are a nice touch.
It’s told from the perspective of a girl aged 4-6 years old, and focuses mainly on the daily life of kids living through horrendous times, without truly understanding what was going on in the adult world. Many of the stories told reminded me of my Dutch father-in-law’s descriptions of growing up during WWII in the Netherlands.
It’s appropriate for young children as well as young readers. Fascinating read.
Read all the reviews and buy the books:https://www.amazon.com/Robbie-Cheadle/e/B01N9J62GQ
And on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Robbie-Cheadle/e/B01N9J62GQ
Read more reviews and follow Robbie on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15584446.Robbie_Cheadle
Connect to Robbie Cheadle
Blog: https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/
Website: https://bakeandwrite.co.za/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SirChocolateBooks/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/bakeandwrite
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Posts from Your Archives and the theme this time is all about family.
- Personal memories of childhood or teens that are still fresh in your mind.
- Family history, stories of your parents, grandparents and further back if you can.
- Fur family past and present.
- Favourite recipes.
- Memorable holidays.
- Places you have lived.
- Memorable homes you have lived in.
- Grandchildren tales.
- Any family related post – education, health, teen years, elderly care, lifestyle.
- Please remember that there are some younger readers who visit.
I think you get the idea.
The aim of this series is to showcase your blog and any creative work that you do from books, art, photography and crafts. You pick between one and four links to posts that you have written for your own blog from the day you started up to December 2018, and you simply send the link to those blogs to sally.cronin@moyhill.com
You have to do nothing more as I will capture the post and images from your blog and I will then post with full copyright to you.. with your creative work and your links to buy and to connect. I might sometimes need a little more information but I am quite resourceful in finding out everything I need.
So far in the Posts from Your Archives from September 2017, there have been over 700 posts from 200 + bloggers that have reached a different audience and encouraged more readers for their own blogs and current posts.
Previous participants are more than welcome
Thank you, Sally, for sharing this poem. I still remember when I wrote this. I will share on Robbiesinspiration tomorrow.
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Lovely and when he is old and grey Michael will still treasure it… hugsxx
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Robbie, this is so sweet.
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Thanks for stopping by Donna.
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Thank you, Donna. Michael is the sweetest boy ever.
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Robbie, a touching poem … sometimes nothing helps at night except the security of a parents bed. Your understanding is a testament to your unconditional love and this will help him no end. My son had such problems sleeping and too sought reassurance and sleep with us for many years … I knew he just needed time and comfort.
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Thanks for sharing Annika….hugsx
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Yes, some children do dream a lot or are fearful of the dark. I still can’t sleep in the dark and have a night light outside the bedroom door. Have a wonderful weekend, Annika. Hugs.
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Such a cute poem, Robbie, about your little squirmer. Those are hard to sleep with! Thanks for sharing, Sally.
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Thank you, Diana. The physiotherapist says that Michael is the reason three of the disks in my neck are out of place. He was very squirmy indeed [but so deliciously cuddly, I quite miss it]
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Darling little poem, Robbie… Remembering when at our house! 🙂
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Thanks Bette…hugs♥
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Lovely times, weren’t they?
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I remember them well… ❤ xo
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you for sharing, Anita and Jaye
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Aw, so cute Robbie. You are certainly a wonderful mother. ❤
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Thank you, Debby, that is a wonderful compliment. Hugs.
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Just stating the facts Robbie 🙂 x
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Delightful poem, Robbie. So true of children. Thank you for sharing, Sally.
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Thanks Jennie..hugsx
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You’re welcome, Sally. Hugs!
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It is true of many children, Jennie. I remember a woman at work telling me she locked her bedroom door at night so that her children couldn’t come to her during the night. In the morning she would find the poor little mites asleep outside the locked door. It broke my heart.
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I heard a similar story (friends of my parents) and I was very troubled. It bothers me deeply how a parent can be black and white on what they feel is right on wrong. The heart isn’t black and white. Thank you, Robbie.
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Aw, you make having and being a loving family sound so wonderful!
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Oh, but it is, Annette. They even cook, those boys of mine. They ganged up with their cousins today and made smartie cookies and pizza for dinner, with sundried tomatoes and mushrooms no less.
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Sounds divine!
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Always warming to peep in to other loving, creative families,Robbie. Hugs xx
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Thanks Joy..hugsx
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Thank you, Joy. I believe I was given Michael to make up for the pain of Gregory’s illness. He is like the sunshine. Greg is delightful but a different and more intense nature. Everyone loves Michael.
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Reblogged this on Robbie's inspiration and commented:
Sally Cronin shares a poem I wrote about my Michael when he was a smaller lad than now. It brings back such lovely memories for me. Thank you for sharing, Sally.
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Always love to have your poems over here Robbie..hugsx
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What a wonderful poem, Robbie. Sometimes my daughter would sneak in our bedroom and sleep on the rug beside our bed. I would wake up and find her there all snuggled under her quilt she dragged with her. So cute. This was after she got too big to sleep with us. Of course, now we have our dog sleeping between us. It never ends. BTW, I need a nightlight on as well!
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Thank you, Darlene. That is rather sweet and quite organised of your daughter too. I could never sleep with a dog.
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I didn´t think I would be able to either but she is our baby and gets frightened at night. She has her own blanket of course and only sleeps on it on top of our quilt. Once a mommy, always a mommy it seems. (or maybe I have become one of those crazy dog ladies we used to make fun of – sigh)
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Such a cute poem. Sorry he was a literal pain in the neck (I read your comment to Diana). I’m sure they are times you will treasure.
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Thanks for the comment Trent..
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Thank you, Trent. I have lovely memories of both my boys.
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I recognise the situation quite well. 🙂
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What a sweet poem!!
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I agree Jan.. hugsxx
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Sweet, Robbie! You have a rich relationship with your sons.
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Thanks Charli..xx
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I remember those days, Robbie – wonderful poem!
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Thanks Teri..xx
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