In celebration of throwback Thursday, I thought I’d share with you all a poem I wrote years ago. This poem came to mind during a discussion on parenting with my then boyfriend, now husband. We were having a heart-to-heart about which topics of life should be discussed with children and at what age. As soon as I left the conversation, I sat down and wrote this poem. A short time ago, I dug it up and have decided to use it in a collection of poems I’m working on for our children.
“A Broken Chip”
Mom brought a fish home yesterday,
said she got him from three hombres pet
emporium on 3rd and whale.
He was wrapped up like a tear drop
in plastic, with big gold eyes and what looked like a broken
potato chip for a fin. She put him in
a bowl and said to call him chip.
Chip didn’t move much
and if you tipped the bowl to one side,
it was like watching a small boat
drifting in the doldrums.
Chip only knew one trick; shaping himself
like a u and turning upside down.
He did it for hours
and never seemed to get tired.
Chip even slept that way.
© Naomi C. Kellogg