A poem by Raul Gutierrez. Quite fun.
Life, as seen through the eyes of an adult, reimagined and translated into child’s language.
And then that sickening kick of reality at the end. Ouch.
“Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently”
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.
As parents, we always strive to be a constant for our children. Their foundation. Their rock.
I guess it’s only reasonable that sometimes, as human beings, we fall short of our goals.