by Baloney Bill
Parents are children's first teachers, but sometimes it is best to let little things pass.
"Godzilla was one of the last dinosaurs," my five-year-old explained,
Sincerity and conviction in his quiet voice contained,
An earnestness used only at those special times when giving
A solemn bit of wisdom on the subtle art of living.
I caught myself, just barely as I began to speak,
For once I only listened and allowed myself to peek
At the simple gift he offered, and much to my surprise,
Saw this view from his young life sparkle in his eyes.
At once, the facts of reptiles and horror films now seemed
Not as real as his wide eyes and what they might have dreamed.
Accuracy was put on hold, reality I swallowed,
My mind embraced the wonder of whatever was to follow.
I took a bite of childhood, this life he offered me
It lolled about on my still tongue 'til I began to see
A vanishing world of mammoth beasts as if living yet today,
And Godzilla might have been there, who was I to say?