With all the crazy things going on in the world, I feel like today is a good day for playfulness.

Back in the days when my little ones were young and always underfoot, I tended to write a lot of silly poems. It was a distraction, an exercise where I contemplated the ridiculous and found ways to incorporate absurd ideas into verse.

[Actually, I have to acknowledge I write my share of silly poems today. I guess just because I’m older now doesn’t mean I’ve sworn off the silly stuff completely.]

When I open up my file archives, though, silly poems seem to abound. Here’s a poem from my era of childrearing. Suffice it to say, this isn’t a poem of serious import, nor grand insight … simply me attempting (lo, those many years ago) to consider life from a child’s perspective.