Brush your teeth and jump into bed, the silly little boy rolls over and covers his head.
Pajamas worn through, what to do!?
Socks that once lasted, now take only a day till they need to be made rid.
Trucks and shovels, worms and guns, what is this strange little thing they call a son?
Attention span of a chickadee, how fickle can they be!
NO, you may not have any more candies! If only he would remember to say please.
Seriously, what will I do? Sometimes I believe I am truly through!
Yet here he come, dandelion clasped in hand, looking glum.
Climbs into my lap, sweet as maple sap.
Snuggles in close, and buries his little nose;
Deep in my shirt, and I feel this sweet little hurt.
His little love, it's as warm as a glove, wraps me tight.
And here he sleeps through the night.
How kind and gentle can he be? As cute as any chickadee!
Hugs, and kisses, he never misses.
Flowers and chocolate, stories and fun. What is this wonderful little thing they call a son?
Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem.
This poem is about how even as we grow, a part of our child self remains within our mind. Others may call it immaturity, but a youthful outlook on life can be useful at times and help us out of dark places when we need it most.
Please explain your writing and thought process regarding this poem.
My own experiences of my childhood and how the effects reemerge now in my teenage years became a thought at the forefront of my mind. So I decided to just let my thoughts surrounding it flow onto the page and see what happens, eventually resulting in this poem. I imagine reading this to a younger me, assuring them that they are still important to me even now.
Why did you choose to write this poem?
Many feel pressured to grow up and mature as quickly as possible, sometimes at the expense of their mental health. Despite the mostly positive tone, much of my childhood was spent as an outcast. I want to assure others in the same boat that you are not alone, it is okay to be different, and it can be an amazing thing.
Do you have any tips or anything to share with the youth writers who may be reading this?
When you feel like writing, let yourself dump everything onto the page. It doesn't need to make sense at first, but as you rearrange it, it'll come into focus.
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