Kids write the darndest verse. A while back I posted a poem or two by my daughter Shonny. Here’s one from my six-year-old son. He doesn’t really talk like this, but every once in a while he’ll belt out a non-rhyming song, sort of like a libretto, and these words will come out from somewhere, and I’ll scramble to write them down. He tells me this one is about dreaming.
Dawn in the midnight.
You see the voices far.
You see the big flying voices
and the beautiful light that I guard.
It’s very like life.
You see the beautiful midnight sky
and the beautiful voices.
You have lots of fun but…
you don’t know the ways
of your life and the voices so far.
Oh beautiful sky.
Yeah, dawn in the midnight!
Yeah, dawn in the midnight!
Indeed, Shonny V. and her brother are bringing light to the darkness.
Beautiful, mysterious words — somehow, he knows that I am trying to know the ways of my life and the voices so far.
That is really quite good.