Beata Agustin Poet Rhyme

Childhood Naughtiness

Childhood naughtiness midst innocence-glow…
my special son exudes such with glad show
unmindful of “Mother’s Dos and Don’ts” blow
in his sign language, “Yes, I can follow”
asserted by prevailing thumbs-up flow.

Persisting to optimize freedom zest
he drives his wheelchair with maximized best…
playful insistence of naughtiness-crest
turning room toward messy toy-filled nest
as balls and blocks are seen from east to west.

With his contagious laughter of delight
while basking in exuberant bath sprite…
my child of innocent naughtiness blight
keeps on wetting me despite gracious plight
affirming well that I will be alright.

My heart thanks God for granting patience-gain
and wisdom, too, along rearing terrain…
when counseled due to naughtiness-caused pain 
my son gestures “I’m sorry” with smile-stain
acknowledging that at home, peace* should reign.

*Colossians 3:15 And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.

March 4, 2022
5th place, "Naughty yet Innocent" Rhyme Poetry Premier Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani; judged on 3/6/2022.

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Barbara Barry-Nishanian April 28, 2022 at 8:40 PM "Contagious. laughter of delight".the sound that thrills your heart for sure. Mother -hood so beautifully expressed. Congrats

Faye Gibson March 8, 2022 at 11:13 AM Sweet images of persistent motherhood.

Mohan Chutani March 6, 2022 at 1:22 AM Beata, thanks for participating in my contest and congratulations for your placement. Best Mohan

Kim Rodrigues March 4, 2022 at 1:05 PM A fun poem! Blessings abound!

Robert Gorelick March 4, 2022 at 12:16 PM Heart rending and deeply felt, Beata I too worked with severely handicapped children. Good luck in the contest! Robert

Bill Baker March 4, 2022 at 8:25 AM A lovely heartfelt poem of love and patience, God given. He always meets our needs. All of His gifts are blessed. Sounds like you have your hands and heart full. Love and prayers, Bill p.s. I was a Special Ed teacher for 20 blessed years.

Joanna Daniel March 4, 2022 at 5:08 AM Glad to hear of your son's antics, Beata, enjoy them while you can:)

Valsa George March 4, 2022 at 4:10 AM Lovely entry for the contest ! Though it is a little taxing for the mothers when children are young, we will regret when the children grow up and go away and once the house is back to spic and span with no one to disturb the silence there. Enjoyed your son's naughtiness !