Scattered Attempts of Tiny Voices: #365poems 14/365

Chicka chick A BOOM boom

CHICKa CHICKaBOOMboom

ChickachichaBOOMBOOM

says the two foot six inch blonde boy

striding across the bookstore floor.

Never once does he wonder if he sounds

weird or does he look strange or

will people at the bookstore, like me,

stare and point and say,

“Hey loudmouth kid, shut up!”

proving once again he doesn’t belong

I miss those voices: the high

nonsensical word speaking voices

of my children when they were young and

marched around after storytime

not noticing not caring only hoping

they would arrive  at the Thomas the Tank Engine

table first so they could be like a boss,

only that is an expression of now, not then,

where Chick a CHICK a BOOM boom

would be more fitting.

My scattered attempt to find

kindred parents never quite

took off on those long ago

Saturday mornings

and when I wasn’t looking

my children’s tiny voices

took off, too

Comments

[Mod Mom Beyond IndieDom]

I really love this one! Takes me back to the days when my oldest son was very young, taking him to story times and experiencing that same search for kindred parents. Chick a Boom was one of his favorite books. Chick a boom, will there be enough room? Luckily, here on the internets, there is enough room for us all! xx