highchaircritics:

My three-month-old baby is obsessed with three things: naps, milk and our bookcase. Whenever I rock him, he’ll stare over my shoulder at the shelves filled with graphic novels, magazines and art books. His eyes will get so wide, and his expression so focused, that it makes us laugh; and at bedtime, I even have to turn my chair away from the bookcase so he’ll be able to close those little eyes and fall asleep. 

So it made me smile when I saw this adorable video of a three-year-old boy who loves poetry! He memorizes gorgeous (and long!) poems and recites them to his mother. Here, he makes his way through “Litany” by Billy Collins. How incredibly sweet is that? Ahh, it makes my heart hurt. He’s going to be a serious heartbreaker on the playground scene.

 

(via lookmom)

 

I really hope my future kid is like this…

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Here’s the poem:

Litany, by Billy Collins 

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker, and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard, the plums on the counter, or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge, maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head, but you are not even close to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show that you are neither the boots in the corner nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know, speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world, that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star, the evening paper blowing down an alley and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife, not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.