Haunted House

Thursday, 31 October 2013

They say the house has eyes,
which isn’t a sur­prise,
as any eight year old could tell you.

They say a base­ball hit too hard,
al­ways ends up in that yard,
and I’ve surely lost a few.

I once dared my friend Billy,
who thought I was silly
and didn’t have a clue,

to go ring the bell,
and then come back and tell
if all the tales were true.

When he re­turned
un­hurt and un­burned
right then I learned
that
some­times

it’s not the house that is haunted
but you.

Rules

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Everywhere I go there are rules — dif­fer­ent ones for my homes and my school.
My mom tells me yes and my dad tells me no — I’m ei­ther go­ing too fast or go­ing too slow.

I shouldn’t throw toys — un­less it’s a ball
I’m out­side — 
and it’s sum­mer — or fall.
I can’t stay up late, watch­ing TV, 
I can’t al­ways hold it when I have to go pee!

I get real ex­cited when I can help out
So ex­cited, some­times, that I let out a shout!
“TOO LOUD! BE QUIET!” I’m told with a roar,
Then help­ing out turns into a chore.

I get mad some­times, be­ing told what to do,
I’m try­ing my best to be good for you!
I wish adults would re­mem­ber,
though it’s a bit sappy,
The best rules are just two: Be nice and
be happy. 

The other day I read a quote at­trib­uted to Neil de­Grasse Tyson that said “We spend the first year of a child’s life teach­ing it to walk and talk and the rest of its life to shut up and sit down.” Being a par­ent is a bit like be­ing the wind try­ing to bal­ance a tightwire walker. Stressful for the wind, but how much more so for the tightwire walker who’s try­ing to do it them­selves? My son is in­her­ently full of joy, and I tried to put my­self in his shoes while writ­ing this, while adding a re­minder at the end for adults to keep some per­spec­tive.