A poem from my son in honor of Mother’s Day
One of the benefits of our recent remodel has been finding treasures as I put the house back together. Below is a poem I found that my son wrote when he was seven years old. He liked to create little booklets of poems and give them to me for special occasions–Mother’s Day or my birthday.
Books have been a part of my life since I was a young girl sitting on my mother’s lap, lulled by the stories she read to me. I, in turn, cherished reading books to my son when he was young. I guess you can say we have “book love” in our family. See for yourself:
The Books That Always Fell
by Cliff DesPeaux
Once upon a time there lived a person named Cliff Des Peaux,
He had a mom,
Her books were always in the way,
They fell on top of me,
You know why they fell on me?
Because she has 5 million books,
One time I sat down, the books started to fall,
I sat up,
They missed me,
Then they started to fall one more time–
I caught them,
I locked them in a safe,
I waited and waited,
Then I felt something banging on my head,
I looked up,
One book was tapping my head,
I grabbed the book,
I turned the safe knob,
Then out came the books,
They fell on me,
They all grew sharp teeth,
They grew eyes,
Then grew bodies,
They grabbed me,
And took me to the safe,
And they opened the safe,
And put me in it,
And closed the safe,
Then the books dumped me in the dump.
If you’d like to encourage the young writer in your life, here are two websites to get started. Do you have any favorite websites for young writers? Please share in the comments below.
P.S. If you’d like to see what my son does now, you can visit him here: www.Despeaux.com
Absolutely fabulous poem!!! You must have been beyond pleased.
Thanks, Jane. I was then and again now when I re-discovered it. Best Mother’s Day gift ever. 🙂 Think it will have to be framed!