Ode to Childhood

I was born on a tuffet crafted by Mother Goose,

My diet lovingly fed to me, as prescribed by Dr. Seuss.

I once flew with my brother, The Raven, in a century of yore,

But he perched above a door frame, stopped and stayed he evermore.

I've written volumes with the feather from Yankee Doodle's hat,

T'was my beauty that caused poor Casey to strike out while up at bat.

I spent nights in Arabia on flying carpets and desert sand,

I was baptized with Pixie dust by Tink and Peter Pan.

When that fire burned in Chicago, and needed to be quelled,

I fetched water in the Oaken Bucket I found down in the well.

I slid down rainbows with C.C., my next door playmate,

And loaned my bike to a white rabbit so he wouldn't be late.

I've criss-crossed centuries, eons, eras, space and time,

Resting only a moment to fashion this rhyme.

The world is so harsh and cruel now, and childhood passes so fast,

But bedtime stories with your children help make the memories last.



Which story are you reading with your children tonight?