Adele: Mommy, what’s a poem?
Mommy: Palpapble and mute, as a globed fruit.
Adele: I don’t like fruit. Just banana.
Mommy: Just kidding, Petunia. I don’t write poetry, so I don’t have the means to explain it very well. But a poem is an expression that takes the form of writing that most children love. Lots of poems rhyme, and children love that, and lots of poems become songs, and children love that. Poetry is actually everywhere. It’s how we think and feel and are, made into words.
Adele: Like feed me please, feed me peas?
Mommy: Yes, like that. It doesn’t have to rhyme, you know.
Adele.: Nurse me now, Mommy-Cow? (more…)
