National Poetry Month, Day 12: Shel Silverstein
Today’s poems are in honor of my four-year-old son L, because we’re hanging out this morning.
These two really crack him up!
(Both poems from A Light in the Attic, ? Shel Silverstein, Harper Collins 1981)
I'm working from the premise that motherhood is not just all diapers, tantrums, and setting limits. It's interesting. Okay, sometimes. 