'Time to get up! ' he says,
'Five more minutes' say I,
Groaning,
Eyes tired from the late night before,
Body aching from not enough rest.
'There's so much to do! ' he says,
'I want to play! '
And then,
I reveal to him,
The secret,
Of happiness.
'You can play in your dreams son,
You can play in your dreams,
You can go anywhere,
Why,
In five minutes,
You can travel the world,
And be back in time,
For breakfast.'
He lays down close to me,
Long enough to ponder this thought,
Long enough,
For me to open one eye,
And feel I can tackle the world.
Aisha, an interesting and effective stalling tactic... and an even better poem. Well done! ! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats a very sweet poem and a very sweet way to deal with a child...you introduce him to a world of imagination...no better gift can a mother give to her child...an opening of the mind...great flow and character this poem exhibits...loved it...nalini