Poetry Friday is hosted by Laura @ Author Amok
Back in school again, with a room full of new faces, new personalities to get to know, new learners to encourage and challenge. My sixth graders were full of summer stories, as were my now 7th., 8th., 9th. (and beyond) graders – happy stories about the beach, summer camps, family holidays. It was good to be back in a noisy school again, and follow the hum (and occasional cacophony) of students at work and play. I have many siblings of former students, too…some of whom are finishing up their college lives this year. And, I am also coming to terms with my own empty nest; my own children’s childhoods are a thing of the past – happy memories.
With all of that on my mind, this poem really spoke to me:
A Happy Childhood by William Matthews
Babies do not want to hear about babies; they like to be told of giants and castles.
No one keeps a secret so well as a child
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