Poems about Childhood

The Getting of Wisdom

My grandchildren were playing together on the carpet.
Fairly amicably.
Mostly quiet..

Then came the noise of a small car
hitting Inigo on the ear.


‘Sorry’ , said Tilly (7) , politely.
‘I didn’t see you there.’

A few minutes later, another small missile flew
in the opposite direction.


‘Sorry’, said Inigo (4), politely.
‘I didn’t see you there.’

Thus human skills pass down from age to age.

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