Uh oh, when Mommy’s on her knees
in front of me it’s clear,
she has something that she wants to say
that I won’t want to hear.
(Did I hit my sister?
Did I maybe tell a lie?
Did I forget to make my bed?)
This time, I don’t know why.
At least she doesn’t stand and yell
the way some grownups do,
or get right in my face
to tell me what to do …
(Did I spill my milk?
Did I do bad in school?
Did I forget to clean a mess?
Did I somehow break a rule?)
Sometimes, I know what I did wrong
and I tell her, there and then.
It helps to say I’m sorry
and I won’t do that again,
but this time, I don’t have a clue
to what I might have done.
Hey … I just got a hug and kiss!
This time it was just for fun!
Yeah, somewhere between cute and acute is your style, CJ! Good to see you back - if you ever went away? Michael.
Very Cute. You may be interersted in my poem Raising Children of Light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahhh, sweet n' loving, just the thing for first thing in the morning! ! ! Thank you for this. Must return to your varied work soon... Esther : ]