Son Poems | Broken Things

Broken Things
(Son Poems)

Oh, a lot of things get broken
when you’re rearing little boys ..
There are broken doors and hinges
broken vases, broken toys.

There are many broken handles
broken dishes, broken knobs ..
And little troubles brew and break
with little broken sobs.

There’s many a broken buckle
and lots of broken stitches ..
And on some very trying days
there may be broken switches.

The chocolate cake gets broken
around its frosted edge ..
By a little Indian (mis) chief
now hiding in the hedge.

And oft the quiet’s shattered
with a cowboy’s scream and shout ..
And oft times little faces
are with measles broken out!

And little skins get broken, or
else bumped ’till black and blue ..
But, thanks to Mom’s caresses
little spirits never do.

Oh, many a nap is broken up
with banging, din, and noise ..
Yes, a lot of things get broken
when you’re rearing little boys!

But Silence, Gloom and Quiet
When they grow up and depart ..
Seem to settle all unbroken
on your lonely, broken heart.