Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley


Have been working with my kids a lot on manners but this applies to so much more. With foster or adoptive kids sometimes they come with so many things troubling them. I have see a child go from wild animal to troubled human to maybe one-day well-balanced adult. I have also been reading quite a bit of Shel Silverstein and thought that adding some artwork other than pictures to the poems and posts might be nice.

Son of Mine I know

Your manners are atrocious
Son of mine you seem to know
There’s food on your shirt
And your furs grotesque

You tear your food
Son of mine you know
Using your teeth like tusks
You grunt and you groan

Your fingernails are unkept
Jagged and sharp you know
Dirt from digging tunnels to home
Under your fingernail growth

You’re an animal I see
Not a civil bone in your body I know
To the bath with you quickly
Let’s see if you are a beastly oddity.

The grime rolls off and stains the water
Tooth paste suds scrub teeth
Clippers for the claws of the beast
P.J.s adorn the son of mine I know

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