Puff! Puff!
Smoke puffs out of a dinosaur toy.
Oh, it will need water
Or else
It will be on fire.
Run
RUN
RUN to bathroom.
WATER.
Water, water.
Bucket under the tap water
Open the tap water
Then closes it.
Run
RUN
RUN to smoky dinosaur toy.
Pour
POUR
POUR the pail of water onto
The smoky dinosaur toy.
SPLASH!
It will be well now.
Place it onto the floor.
Press its button.
OH! It doesn’t operate anymore.
It doesn’t operate anymore.
It doesn’t operate . . .
It doesn’t . . .
It . . .
. . .
Inspiration On: Sunday, 27 January 2013 at 6:17pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 28 January 2013 at 3:23pm
My mother in law shared about my husband’s eldest brother when he was young. The above poetry is an inspiration from the actions his eldest brother did to his own toy. In addition, I put myself in his point of view in order to understand him as a toddler. Most of the time, different toddlers are unique and distinct. And most are being misunderstood by the adults and label them who are the naughtiest. Now, my brother in law is an electrician and he can repair any household things.
Yoshiko 