Being glad is simple
and sometimes glad is great.
Sometimes glad is liking
almost everything on my plate.
I feel that way with birthdays.
Birthdays make me glad.
I like writing “I love you”
in cards for Mom and Dad.
But sometimes glad is hard to find,
like when angry came last week.
Glad was no where, pushed away,
and sad ran down my cheek.
Angry didn’t stay too long,
that’s good cause it felt bad...
when it was gone, then it made room
to put back my friend, glad!
CJ, This poem reminds me of the day I asked Moira one day, how was she doing. She said, 'I'm crabby Papaw'. But most of the time she is glad. You write poems just like the child would say them, and that is great. Even the great Dr. Suess can't match that. Rusty
My inner child says to thank you, and says he's GLAD that he doesn't be in that boring grey halfway state that so-called grown-ups inhabit so much of the time - sort of glangry...? or just ad?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is delightful and makes me smile Chrissie