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.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2022
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