Poetry for Young People: The Seasons

My Son Writes A Poem And Typing It Here Means I Cannot Steal It

It seems like every month is dedicated to enough issues for me to ignore the entire concept, but April is National Poetry Month, and my son broke out the shortest, wittiest, loveliest poem I’ve heard in a very long time.

In a world of two,
There is no ‘who?’

It actually took me a minute to get it, and I googled to make sure the lines weren’t from some poem I didn’t know. Instead, I found out what it’s like to have my child’s talent surpass my own. (It’s awesome.)

Of course, the theme of his next poem is farts but look how popular Philip Larkins’ poem on parents screwing you up is. Keeping it real is where it’s at!

Poets.org also has 30 ways to celebrate poetry month (plus a free poster). We aren’t doing a 30-day-challenge or anything, but I think it’s good for people to experience poems. The kids and I read aloud from my shelf of poetry books or listen online (youtube is a treasure trove of poets reading their works), and I’m always on the lookout for kids’ books with illustrated poems inside.

Poetry for Young People: The Seasons
We like this book, and the creepy bird makes it feel even deeper and more poet-y. (here it is on amazon)

And yes, I miss writing poetry although I don’t miss the rejection letters. Happy National Poetry Month!

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

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