A Book of Poetry

We’re sitting at the dining room table (yes, homework again…).

“Is this a good book?” the boy asks.
(he’s holding Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein – a book left on the table from a previous night of, you guessed it. . . homework)

“It’s a book of poetry.” I answer.  “It’s really funny.  You should read some of them.”

He flips through some of the pages.  Of course, one of the wonderful drawings catches his eye.  How could it not!  He reads “Lazy Jane” and giggles.

One poem read silently turns into at least fifteen poems read aloud.

taking turns……laughing……discovering……sharing…….smiling

parent, child, and

a book.