The Observing Chair
When I was young we never had a naughty chair,
But we were invited to sit on a chair,
And we usually took up the option to sit on that chair,
Or should I say a chair ,
Because it was really the nearest chair.
If Dad or Mum were doing something that we could not participate in,
It would be a chair we would be planted in,
A chair we could think in,
Watch in,
And learn in.
My parents may have been far from perfect,
But their attitude to our personal safety was perfect,
Their understanding of the observing stage was also perfect,
All of which made us use tools to perfect,
Our abilities until they were almost perfect.
I never forgot about the chair that was not naughty,
As an Early Childcare teacher I found many a chair that was not naughty,
My own children sat on a chair that was not naughty,
Now we have a grandson, who we hope will not be too naughty,
To sit on a chair that is not naughty.
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