Sunday, April 28, 2013
A Child's Bill of Rights
Janelle Petersen showed me this poem last Tuesday. Its author is unknown, so I took the liberty of altering lines 5 and 6 as well as adding four lines (9 - 12).
A CHILD'S BILL OF RIGHTS
The right to walk barefoot and squish things with toes,
The right to explore with my mouth and my nose,
The right to ask questions, to poke and to pry,
And keep on persisting 'til I find out why.
The right to feel safe, and happy, and kind.
The freedom to rest if I'm so inclined,
The right to make noise without being bugged,
The right to be read to, and sung to, and hugged.
The right to make music, to dance, and to sing,
The right to imagine and build brand-new things,
The right to clean food, pure water, fresh air—
The right to my world filled with grown ups who care.
The freedom to scribble, dabble, and mess,
The right to be "me"—no more, but no less.
(Thank you, Janelle.)