WHILE ON MY WAY TO THE SHOP

One fine day I was walking to the shop ,

A little lad about ten , maybe ,

Suddenly appeared beside me ,

He just talked , jabber , jabber ,

Telling me it were dad's birthday ,

He was going to bye his dad a birthday gift ,

On and on he jabbered ,

How proud he were , how much he loved his dad ,

Then on he went about his errand , to get his dad a gift ,

I'd not seen ever before , not seen him since ,

It were a wonderful experience ,

To talk , list an to a child , with out a worrying ,

Days of incessant interplay of age and conversation

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet




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Written on 2011-09-01 at 12:11

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is why I was pleased to learn that my son, the last of my kids left in public school, has to be driven to and picked up from school this year. He and I both have so many things that we think we need to do the rest of the day. Only when we're in the car do we seem to have time to "jabber."
2011-09-03



How lovely, ken.
I am very fond of children myself and I take great pleasure in listening to their 'jabber', as you put it!
As we age, we become self-conscious and too preoccupied with providing correct impressions. So how refreshing to celebrate a simpler time, as you do so well here.
Applause!
2011-09-01


countryfog
A sweet and wise story Ken. As we get older we often seem to lose sight of such simple joys unless we take time to see them through the eyes of children.
2011-09-01