I Stand Before You

September 3, 2010

This morning I had that old poem in my head that starts something like this:
 
 

I stand before you to sit behind you to tell you something I know nothing about.

Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,

There will be a Mother’s Day meeting for fathers only.

Admission is free, so pay at the door.

Pull up a chair and sit on the floor.

 
 
Remember that one? It’s full of contradictions. The contradictions remind me of raising children. So I came up with my own poem based on those thoughts. Keep in mind, I’m no poet!
 
 

I jump around in front of you while I make a mess behind you.

I don’t like my feet dirty. I refuse to wear a shoe.

I get along with my siblings. Only days that end in y, we fight.

I only got up 4 times when I slept through the night.

I can’t finish my lunch. I’m starving for a snack

I only eat the foods you give me. I sneak a cookie behind your back.

I don’t need to go potty. Will you wipe me please?

I only eat foods that are green. I won’t touch broccoli, green beans or peas.

I finished my homework. I’ll do it after dinner.

I know I lost the game. Just for this round, the loser is the winner.

I didn’t jump off the bed. I thought I could fly.

I know everything. I always ask why.

Please read me one story. I cleaned off the bookshelf.

I need you to help me. I will do it myself.
 
 
Enjoy your weekend!

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