Here are three happy
poems that relate to having a kid. I mean, not about the
actual HAVING of the kid, which isn't very much fun for the
most part, but just having a kid in general. You know.Jessy
Stick Out of Other Things
(Poem by a
Things that stick out of
are my favorite. No,
the cat is. The cats tail. The tail is. No,
Iggie Pops Lust for Life. Ritz
crackers, small round moons. No,
the small moons of bananas, no,
my own toes.
Other peoples faces, very close to mine.
The Train of Trucks
We couldnt believe
But it was real.
A train of trucks.
Each car a flatbed
carrying a dumptruck, a bulldozer,
a tractor, a machine.
My son stood and gawped.
He could not smile or talk.
It took forty seconds to go past.
Well never see it again.
Whats more, my son is a genius.
No, not your son. My son.
No, I dont care to hear about yours.
But youll want to hear about mine. He
no, dont interrupt. He
no, yours didnt do this too. He
no, be quiet. He
is two years old and already knows
just everything. Just more than
anyone. He does. He is! Hes all mine.
If you've any comments on
these poems, Jessy
Randall would be
pleased to hear from you.