Under Construction
Mommy's architect
stacks the blocks one, two, three,
four askew, and five --
clattercrash.
Fuzzy eyebrows draw together:
how did that happen?
Start again.
Mommy's problem-solver
stacks the blocks red, blue, red,
yellow fumbles in small fingers --
clattercrash.
Pout. Wasn't supposed to do that!
Start again.
Carefully now.
One, two, three.
Four. Judicious pause.
Five, six, (he reaches cautiously).
Seven. Sits back to survey.
MOM I'M HOME!
Clattercrash.
Mommy's philosopher
looks from blocks to big brother's
disappearing back,
gives a small sigh.
Start again.