A Concern for Character

There once was a mother who took her Jill,
And never said "boo," or "the milk, don't spill!"
To the other children, Jill was cruel,
While her mother cried, "my little jewel!"

If ever a child to Jill's mother complained
She ignored it, and for Jill's innocence campaigned!
So Jill never learned to get along with others,
And sorry for her, she had no brothers.

But the fiercest wrong here may not be clear;
For Jill's mother held daughter's image so dear,
That she little perceived what her true character be~
And so she couldn't direct her to become a Young Lady.


There once was a mother who took her Jack
And said to him, "you mustn't speak like that!"
Always careful to teach him respect~
Among the other children, Jack had a charming effect.

If ever a child to Jack's mother complained,
Mother called upon Jack, and it was HE who explained
The transgression that caused his friend some harm;
Apologized, and two friends walked off, arm-in-arm.

But the truest lesson here may not be plain;
As a young boy's steward, Jack's mother remained
Concerned for his character above his pride,
So that into Manhood, Jack might bravely stride.


I composed the little rhyme above, so cute
To illustrate a point, in which I'm resolute:
You can take it from me, or you can go ask your mother,
Politicians and children differ little from each other.

I ask you to keep this in mind, if you will:
That a true patriot doesn't jump, willy~nil
To defend our government in all its actions
Just to save some face and have satisfaction.

But a citizen true cares for her democracy,
Unafraid to speak out when things aren't as "ought be,"
Knowing that this is the true birthright
Of a patriot who guards "Liberty's Light."