childrens stories

sitting out in the sun
with some of me closest freends
eating n drinking n shooting the breeze
being happy
watching the littilies of all of us
gaze with wonder at the doe eyed lamas
chase the ducks
chase the waiters
chase each other
eyes wide at the huge plates of food given em
complete with lollies n biscuits n all the stuff they don’t
get at home

i’d love to be a littilie again
you too?
with only the moment
joy n love n disappointment n hope n mystic
all in their hands
just ready to come out
not have to negotiate the madness
this adult world
“civilization’ we so absurdly call it
all the sex n drugs n money n papers n trying and hoping n wanting
it is too easy to idealize
all this guff
tis tough to be kid too
we throw ‘em into the adult world too fast
sink or swim
love or hate
give and take
work work work
even the very littilest sometimes
“is that the best you can do?”
well no, but who
cares anyway?
ya got a whole life to get it right
may as well explore a bit
when ya
under 10

a few greats knew it
jesus talked about it all the time
don’t get in the way of the kids
unless you become like a littilie
Montessori:
give em real stuff to do
Let em use real things
Give em quality
Follow em
They know what’s best
But then they grow up n
… we tell what to do
and they get told
just like us

be good
be quiet
be a clone
do things they way
they’re always done
don’t speak up
don’t be difficult

is it any wonder they get stroppy?

but today they’re happy
I am too
tonight
we’ll read stories
laugh
watch the moon
together

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