A poem about: Naar de stort of de roltrap bij de…

Naar de stort of de roltrap bij de Jumbo,Pakketjes halen, brengen, in haar eigen tempo.Op pad met Samsam, speurend naar de schat,Want fietsen met een doel, dat is het mooiste pad.Zodra Samsam slaapt en droomt van zijn bed,Wordt de vuilnis gehaald, alles is meteen gezet.De kasten en het aanrecht glanzen als een droom,In de rust van de dag, in haar eigen stroom.Zodra Samsam lacht en uit zijn bedje klimt,Een nieuw spel is bedacht, de creativiteit wint.Met takken en papier wordt een wereld gebouwd,Een universum van spel, waar liefde heerst en vertrouwd.

On the journey to the dump, or the escalator's quiet hum,
Fetching parcels with patience's grace, moving to her own drum.
Out with Samsam, treasure-seeking under the sunray's gleam,
Cycling with purpose, life's most delightful dream.

When Samsam sleeps, nestled in his bed's gentle hold,
Away goes the trash, every task deftly controlled.
Cabinets and counters shine in their pristine bloom,
In the day's quiet flow, she finds her own room.

As Samsam awakens, joyful and free,
A new game emerges, creativity's decree.
With branches and paper, a whole world gets crafted,
A universe of play where love is gently drafted.

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On the journey to the dump, or the escalator's quiet hum, Fetching parcels with patience's grace, moving to her own drum. Out with Samsam, treasure-seeking under the sunray's gleam, Cycling with purpose, life's most delightful dream. When Samsam sleeps, nestled in his bed's gentle hold, Away goes the trash, every task deftly controlled. Cabinets and counters shine in their pristine bloom, In the day's quiet flow, she finds her own room. As Samsam awakens, joyful and free, A new game emerges, creativity's decree. With branches and paper, a whole world gets crafted, A universe of play where love is gently drafted.