
(Guess we know what was going on when I wrote this poem.)
Nonsense noises
And makeshift words
They use to talk to us
A patchwork language
That only they can know
Adorable and frustrating
With tantrums on the rise
Adding screams into the mix
You push for words
And clear descriptions
So you no longer have to guess
But you missed a flaw
The downside of your plan
For now your child can talk
Let the sassing back begin
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About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
You captured it beautifully.
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Thanks. 😊
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Yep, talking back with questions being favourite 😂
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I enjoyed that phase.
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Like John said–beautifully described!
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Thanks. 😊
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