This morning I stood between the twin beds in the twin’s room and read them Dorothy Parker’s poetry. Other mornings I’ve woken them by singing — Rise and Shine or Good Morning from Singin’ in the Rain or Beautiful Day from U2.
But poetry’s as good as singing for waking the kids.
I read them Parker’s The False Friends. It ends:
Who flings me silly talk of May shall meet a bitter soul; For June was nearly spent away Before my heart was whole.
I love her smart aleck, wise gal humor.
I was reminded of the power of poetry last night. The girls and I had gone for a swim and shower at the JCC. Where we primped in front of the mirror I noticed someone had left a small button. On the button were the words, “Is that a poem in your pocket?”
That reminded me to carry poetry in my pocket. The idea of a poem in my pocket made me incredibly happy. Or maybe I was happy because I’d been swimming or hanging out with my daughters at the health club after a long workday.
And so I woke up happy. I put a Parker poem in my pocket and I woke my daughters with poetry.