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My son, the poet

  • Feb. 24th, 2008 at 2:36 PM
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Harry's Haiku was published in his first-grade newsletter. I'm *just* lame enough to call that published. Want to read it? Of course you do.





Dragonflies
By Harry

speeding through the water
jumping up and catching bugs
here they come swerving

You know what? I didn't know that dragonflies eat bugs. Did you know that? I had to look it up. I'm choosing to believe that the lack of capitalization is an artistic choice. Truth be told, however, I think he just didn't want to mess with it.

Molly had a birthday party this afternoon and informed me with adolescent-like snark that she didn't need me to stay. Actually, she rolled her eyes when I asked her if she wanted me to hang around. Yes, ladies and gentlemen- 4 is the new 16. Wonderful. Her gift choice, however, is very much "4"- a pair of bunny slippers and a pad of princess stickers. I got off for under $10 on that one, making me Queen of the Birthday Party circuit.

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[info]dianora2 wrote:
Feb. 25th, 2008 04:31 am (UTC)
"here they come swerving" is awesome. Love it.
(Anonymous) wrote:
Feb. 26th, 2008 02:00 am (UTC)
I love this poem. Thanks for sharing it!
[info]thornsmoke wrote:
Feb. 27th, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC)
Harry writes better poetry than half the grad students I know.
[info]snacktime wrote:
Apr. 30th, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC)
Your kid is talented. Even my freshmen don't use "swerving" routinely.