I (1996)
As I carry him up to bed
We pause at the window
To look out at the night
"Why is the moon little?" he asks
I try to give a sense of distance
"Can I fly there in a rocket?"
"Yes," I say, "One day."
Returning, after he's nodded off,
A shiver of dread runs through me:
I resolve to interest him in soil and trees.
II (2005)
Stomping off to bed in a sulk
He pauses to look at the moon
I mention it, he shrugs
"So what?"
I try to interest him in soil and trees
Yeah, like that's going to happen.
2 comments:
I missed this for far too long. It speaks volumes about the thought processes of a parent.
That was a long time ago - he's 12 now, and it would go:
"Stomping off to bed in a sulk
He pauses to look at the moon
I mention it, he shrugs
"So what?"
I try to interest him in soil and trees
Yeah, like that's going to work"
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