Tuesday, 9 April 2013
A Box of Quackers
playing among the stars
Let's get real, you can't really swing among the stars
but when a four-year old asks for a story what are you going to do?
You are going to suspend your belief in gravity
and the limits of human endeavour and read the story.
With conviction. Then when a four year old asks,
“What do you call a box with a mother duck in it
and a father duck in it and baby ducks?”
you will reply, “I don't know, what?”
then laugh when they give you the answer;
“A box of quackers!” and be lost for words
when another while putting together a puzzle faster
than you can, asks, “Are your kids naughty sometimes?”
because your kids are grown up and away from home
and really the simplest answer has to be, “No,"
because as far as you know, these days,
they're good. They're all good.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
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