There seems to be a conspiracy going on in my household. My son told me the other day that he was going to die. The next morning his sister told me exactly the same thing. My daughter seemed to say it out of no reason, just to mimic her brother. As for my son, I was initially saddened by his words, wondering what could have happened and driven him to say such a thing. When I learned of the reason, I had to maintain my cool. It was hard to hold my laugh. I wanted to be a sensitive mom but sometimes it is hard to take them seriously. Yesterday, my son told me he had a bad day and cried when I picked him up from school. Maybe he is growing up and becomes more sentimental. I am such a lousy mom, clueless of what’s going on.
A short poem for my son – Life is full of joy
My son said in agony
he was going to die.
Bewildered, I looked like a loony,
breathing a big heavy sigh.
What prompted him, a young child,
to speak in such distress?
Shouldn’t he be running wild
with nothing to suppress?
Ironically, it turned out,
he was feeling too hot.
A child of winter, no doubt,
anything above zero is tormenting hot.
Oh, my little precious boy
In Life, there is so much to enjoy
Don’t ever succumb to vexation
And become a slave of frustration
** 版權所有 – Elisa English
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