He just turned five years old today
Always mischievous and bold
He put a spider in sister’s potty chair
That boy of five years old.
His days were filled with naughty pranks
Welcomed nights—no longer, I’m told
For if he couldn't sleep—no one could
That boy of five years old.
One day I'm told he kicked the dog
His face was angry and cold
He got a terrible whipping that day
That boy of five years old.
He's now a poet/historian
And what a site to behold
He grew up to be a wonderful man
That boy of five years old.
Dedicated To My Father Glen L. Paulich
Poet and Historian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is great a proud daughter