Developing a Sense of Place, a Dream Poem
I’m on the floor, playing with grandkid’s toys.
I’m an adult, so they have to let me.
I’ll think I’ll take some of their picture books
with me when I pack my bag for law school.
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Now they’re tweens with their own apartments.
I’m an adult, so the door is double bolted.
I’d teach them to eat trail mix and play poker
but, evidently, I’m the one with a lot to learn.
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I like this one…especially the line about them ‘letting’ you play with their toys.
the irony
Nice shift in time and perspective! Love this – “I’m an adult, so the door is double bolted.”
thanks to everyone for your kind comments