At my age it is expected
To know better and do as directed
But when the child in me wants satisfaction
This old body takes some action
I eat my soup through straws that slurp
And then the alphabet I will burp
I walk around barefoot all day
Sometimes with playdoh I will play
With my five year old, spin snd spin
Much to my husband's chagrin
Turn on the music loud and dance
Wriggle like we have insects in our pants
Rolling down a hill in a box is fun
Though my back's not too happy when I'm done
I'm not above mud pies they are nice
Then cleaning up with the hose, water like ice
Snowball fights are really great
With them Dad doesn't hesitate
Sleeping outside with little ones in a tent
Is surely one good way to vent
As my kids get older and appreciate me less
I miss the good old days, I have to confess
When they drag me to the adult home as they're prone to do
I'll teach everyone there a thing or two
Who wants to play KICK THE CAN or SPUD? How about MOTHER MAY I or RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT?!!!
Author notes
i really do all of these things i try to teach my kids the "old" games before computers and a gazillion channels on the tv came and took over
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Comments
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Old Games are the Best
as you have shown us here, and are meant to be enjoyed by all.
Thank you for this great narative.
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A feel good poem
among so many displaying their angst as if that were the only emotion worth writing about. This is so refreshing and I like the rhyming. That is how one teaches childern about how words work together. Oh, so apt title. Good work.
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