Poems for My Sons

Tag: Play

  • 6 April 2026, 9.11PM

    The End of a Day Spent With My 3-Year Old

    I’m squatting on a step stool in the dark, my bum going numb
    Next to my son comfortably tucked in, taking his time to succumb
    My hands keep my head from rolling off onto the floor
    Just biding the right moment to make for the door
    My brain is failing and my back is so sore
    I’ve lost count of my coffees since the first one at four
    This afternoon at the beach you lost your shoe
    When while showering you threw it as I was telling you not to
    My patience has been thusly tested I don’t know how many times
    I don’t know how I’ve managed to not lose my mind
    I don’t think I had ever imagined being this fried
    Don’t think I could become more tired if I tried
    I’m just so ready now to collapse into bed
    It’s a whole new meaning now, to feel exhausted
    This time tomorrow will probably be the same
    The crazy thing is,
    I gladly do it all over again.

  • 5 March 2026, 8.15AM

    Have a lovely day!

    With lots of fun and lots of play
    and lots of learning and don’t forget
    to be courteous
    and curious,
    gentle,
    and kind.

    Now go ahead,
    have a great time!

  • 22 February 2026, 7.29AM

    Bullies are bullies
    There are always some around
    Because like fleas
    Their numbers abound 

    But never mind them 
    You don’t know their story
    They didn’t grow up like you or me

    You are you 
    And you are strong
    You don’t need to play along