Things My Son Told Me Poem by David Watts

Things My Son Told Me



Things My Son Told Me
for Gabriel

Dad, I like you... I don't kiss you very much
because you shave a lot.

I have a badly good flaming hot mechanical voice.

You know what's interesting?
You can run your finger through fire without getting burned
but you can't run your finger through water without getting wet.

The crossing guard had an item of despair
in which his soul was contained.

Hey dad, did you know that the more you grow the less smart you get?

I'm 8 years old, immature, courageous and awesome.

Remind me why I'm getting up today.

Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: children
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