Thursday, June 5, 2014

My Boy

Sometimes in the morning
My boy brings me coffee.
If I would have slippers
He'd bring me those too.
He's eager and willing
To serve and be helpful.
I need to make lists
Of the things he can do.

[I write this in a jesting kind of way.  But I really do need to remember to give him things to do.  I don't just want him NOT doing things, but taking joy in serving and being helpful.  He's already a natural.  I just have to help cultivate his God-given impulse.]


Anonymous said...

I just love your poetry - down to earth yet full of beauty. I check all the time to see new work. :)

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Hey thanks. :-)