Bears Poem by Rasma Haidri

Bears


Remember, we're all bears! my daughter says.

And we are. She sometimes baby, sometimes sister-bear,

and this can change without warning.

But Goldilocks is always the same,

off in another room ruining things-


Mommy-bear! Now Goldilocks broke my other chair!

But I fix it every time- tap! tap!

My carpentry skills are amazing,

and I'm a whiz in the kitchen- each meal

just too hot, so we take a walk

and come back to find baby-bear's is just right.


If we get there before Goldilocks.

Lately, when she's been around she sleeps a lot.

But we're getting used to it.

She's in my bed again! Mommy-bear, can we keep her?

We'll roar at her really gently

and she won't be scared.


On the freeway, my daughter asks

if all the people in all these cars

are bears. I pause, then say no,

I think it's just us.

Silly! Of course they are!

This is bear world, you know!


So as we step out of the car she says,

We're bears... be sure to step on all the cracks!

and I do, believing it's our calling.

My big bear feet and her little paws

stomping precisely on every line.