Thursday, June 13, 2013

Poetic Asides Entertain Blank

Entertain Yourself 

I had a babysitting gig,
three children,
five days a week,
arrive 7 AM sharp.
I took my three-year-old son with me.
One morning
the kids still slept in their beds,
their toys in their rooms with them.
To my son, I said,
“You’ll have to entertain yourself.”
Undaunted, he dropped to the floor,
curved his fingers, made zhhhh noises
and ran them across imaginary highways.
That’s when I knew he had a vivid imagination.

No comments: