Monday, January 16, 2012

Talks like Seuss

Charlie is five, almost six.
He just can't resist
picking up sticks.

He likes to hit them on the ground
and karate-chops them for their cracking sound,
or he'll swing them round and round.

Mostly, he skips
yet sometimes he slips
or, distractedly, even trips.

Always in motion,
I have a strong notion
based on my devotion:

Since he eats like a bird,
I find it quite absurd
how he never, ever tires.
Could he be strung with electrical wires?

Indeed, it is funny
how when it is sunny
I say, "All right, Honey,
let's look for a bunny."

He smiles and shakes his head,
remembering something I earlier said.
Or was it a children's book I read?

"You're doing it again!"
I laugh at his words, so Zen.
He doesn't refer to my timing
but, rather, my inadvertent rhyming.

For every time we're together --
like birds of a feather --
he believes it's a ruse.
Oh, Charlie, what's the use!

"Mommy, you talk like Dr. Seuss."

1 comment:

  1. I like your poem a lot - excellent rhyming and line breaks. You caputre Charlie's personality so well!