“Read me, Daddy. Read me,” so my son said
From the other side of our table.
The big book between us. “Shakespeare?”, I said,
“It’s boring and old.” He was four unfazed.
“Read me, Daddy.” I read the lines aloud.
Cheeks rested on balled up fists. Enraptured
With the rhythms of the words. He stopped me.
“Why’s the Duke in disguise, Daddy?” he asked.
“It’s his secret identity,” I said.
“Is he like Batman?” he asked. “I think so,”
I said. “And Angelo is the Joker
Although Pompey is funnier than him.”
And enraptured in the story of it,
My son just said, “Read me, Daddy. Read me.”
I wrote this sonnet in April 2021. I was curious to see how far my writing had progressed in one year’s time. I had remembered how clumsy I thought this poem was at the time, but after a year of not looking at it, I am pleasantly surprised. This poem is good. It has smooth flowing lines, and it clearly tells the story. Even though it is written as a blank verse sonnet, it does not feel like I cut corners due to the brevity of the form. I don’t know why I thought it was a clumsy poem. I guess I couldn’t get off my overly critical editing hat at the time because I now think this poem is good.