Although he spills milk on the rug,
He gives his Mom a bear-size hug;
And when he bumps into the vase
There’s sorrow written on his face.
If he disbuds our largest rose,
Great teardrops trickle down his nose.
He is, when skates make daddy fall,
Apologetic, after all.
The shattered plaque? One mournful stroke
Disposes of it: “Junior broke.”
Among the shattered ruins, I
Regard the boy, and softly sigh.
Sometimes you’d be downright resourceful
To tell who is the more remorseful!
by Ray Romine Friday, February 15, 1952
