The father smiles good morning
A son six or so stares me down
I greet both with a cheery good morning
The boy replies by lowering his right hand
as if to pet an animal saying
Mae Mae again and again
He is Tyler a captive of perpetual childhood
and Mae Mae his pal
Dad smiles as I sit on my heels eye-to-eye
to say Do you love Mae Mae
His third word a loud - Yes
Dad whispers You know children
Beaming agreement I ask if
I may pat young Tyler on the head before parting
In the hotel lobby after breakfast we meet again
and young Tyler recognizes me
I join him to pat his imaginary dog
and I ask if Mae Mae had gotten breakfast too
Tyler's fourth proud word - Mae Mae - Eat
2007 F William Broome
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Reviewed by Kathryn Collins (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2007
Oh Bill --
Those who never grow up, curse or blessing. Such a heartfelt piece my friend.
You're a wise man, Bill... and blessed are those who have eyes to see and ears to hear what children do and say. And also the humility to speak to them at their height... not down to them from a great one. Applause, applause... as long as you didn't have to eat Mae Mae's leftovers for breakfast,too! :)) K xx
So vivid, adults who take time to do these little things for children make a positive and lasting impression on them about the world. Lovely poem Bill.
Those who never grow up, curse or blessing. Such a heartfelt piece my friend.
love,
Kathy
Blessings,
Joyce B.