poem 4

Children should be seen and not heard
I’m praying that it’s true in heaven
Praying for all I’m worth
For those that have mastered the word
And those who have reached age seven
Have proven it’s not true on earth

Silence is golden as time will tell
and those of age its marvels seek
But as soon as from the lip’s word’s fall
Those ran ting’s and ravings and word’s they speak
Children will change change gold to mud and sleet


O where do’s it say that children must speak
Why can’t they wait till there old and discrete?
Till there mind’s are sharpened and at there peek
So all of us elders the silence can reap
Please give me the answer we all seek

Aahh but alas there’s an evil afoot
A secret device that silences our plea
One look at that face all covered with soot
Those eyes as dark and blue as the sea
And all of our pains are rendered mute

For what dad or mom could ask for more
Seeing that mud drenched child standing in the door
With a pout and an “I’m sorry’ etched in there face
What utter humility and sorrowful grace
God planed these reaction eons before

I love you mom
I love you dad
More powerful than a knight with a sword
Say’s the little one all covered in mud
Such word’s from one so bad
‘I love you too’ and love make’s silence again ignored