Wednesday, June 7, 2006

Poetry Thursday

Tiny Warrior

I dare you, she said
white knuckles tight fisted on the wheel
teeth clenched, jaw rigid
fire darting from steely blue eyes.
I dare you to do that again.
Harnessed safely behind her, he sat.
Chubby loins girded defiantly,
miniature Nikes poised to strike.
Should I? or not?
In one swift motion, the decision was made
THUMP! on the seat at the small of her back.
She freezes.
He laughs.
She cries.
I cheated a litte on this week's Poetry Thursday suggestion (which was to "listen in" on some anonymous converstions) because this poem was inspired by a second hand experience a friend of mine related to me. When she described this scene with her sister and nephew, I was reminded of how powerless our children can make us feel sometimes. I really sympathized with this mother, whose car seat had been kicked umpteen times while she's sitting in traffic. Yes, you would want to scream at that child, who is really only tired and bored, just like you are. But sometimes the effort to subdue all your baser instincts is just so humongous that all you can manage to do is cry.

8 Comments:

Blogger Catherine said...

Hello, your comment at Poetry Thursday led me to your blog. Thanks for sharing this.

6/07/2006  
Blogger Lynn said...

Very interesting poem. Children are so naughty, aren't they? I'm just kidding. Kids are great. I like that you cheated on the PT idea. I cheated too, even though it was my idea. (Cheating is half the fun, don't you think?)

6/07/2006  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Great poem, expressing the momentary frustration from both sides.

6/08/2006  
Blogger Jennifer said...

Oh, I've been there before

6/08/2006  
Blogger susanlavonne said...

As I was reading (and enjoying) the poem I kept wondering in the back of my head who the poet might be...and wow! Becca...great poem.

6/09/2006  
Blogger jzr said...

I could of been that kid and I was that mom!

6/09/2006  
Blogger Tammy said...

Loved this because I remember this :) Great job!

6/09/2006  
Blogger Star said...

Great poem, Becca. You've captured the frustration of both parties perfectly. -- And congratulations...school's out! Have fun down south.

6/10/2006  

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