I’m just going to sit here.
I won’t say a word.
I’ll be like the children
who are seen and not heard.
If I talk I’ll say something
I know I’ll regret,
‘cause I’m so mad at Sissy,
I may never forget.
She broke all my crayons,
then she threw them away,
and she blamed me for spilling
her milk yesterday.
I keep thinking about
what I learned when just small:
either say something nice,
or say nothing at all.
If I say what I want to say,
I might be heard,
so I’m just going to sit here
and not say a word.
I know the poem seems simple and a bit sad but to me it's devastating truly powerful because I'm the kid in the poem never speaking my heart from fear from needing approval took 50 years for me to learn to speak my mind else my true self gone a wonderful poem with meaning deep for the heart's core
One of my very favorites among your children's poems, CJ. You have such a gift for describing those special moments that turn children into adults!
your house is more peaceful then my house they say silence is golden, peace is heaven, and the devil deals his own deck Warm regards allan
Once again you zero in on an emotion and execute the poem beautifully. Bravo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a quiet poem CJ, ah poor girl sad, can't cry over split milk..Love dave xxxx