Poetry and the Five Year Old

by longtallyarn

My son, who is developing his charm and his poetic voice, looked into my eyes and uttered

“When I was born

I fell in love.”


I kept listening  for the second verse because I wasn’t sure whether he was declaring his love for his mother or whether there would be a reasonable explanation to follow.

“Because you let me take naps whenever I wanted.”


His father loves me for the same reason.