The other day
My newborn son
Tried to tell me about oblivion.
An experience that was fresh in his mind
He having only recently arrived in the world.
He waved his arms
And crooned at me
Arching his back
And stretching his neck
Staring at me with an intensity
Out of all proportion to his size.
Well he may know about oblivion,
But he doesn't know much about language
And by the time he finds out about the one
He will have forgotten about other.
When the time comes
I will just have to go and find out about oblivion for myself.
But I love him for the effort he made
To tell me.
Allan Thorne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-very-important-message-i-could-not-understand/
