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.
And Dorothy Parker cracks me up. Waking the kids is an onerous activity and Chris is rarely up for the early-morning wake-up festivities. So I might as well please myself. And Parker pleases me.
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.
100 Days of Poems and Pics 