Stars on thars, sneeds and whisper-ma-phones
helped us to know that we won't be alone,
or that sometimes we will, and that that's ok too,
so long as we can live with the things that we do.
He said with his books, and in the land of the real
that you should be who you are and say what you feel,
that those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind,
that it's ok to be different, and it's good to be kind.
Do you know that today he'd be 106?
Today is his birthday, it isn't a trick.
This is me trying now, in my own little way
to honour a man who had great things to say,
who got adults and children together with rhyme,
while slipping in morals ahead of their time.
Little ones listened, and found their delight
learning words, while discovering the world isn't quite right;
that it's tipsy and turvy and full of strange people
they're greedy, judgmental, and some are quite feeble.
And why is this good to tell children, you ask?
Because raising your children can be quite a task,
even more difficult in a world complicated.
They're distracting, destructive, these things we've created.
To be heard above that din!
To have a good message sink in!
To cut through the noise and get through to our kin!
To teach little people while making them giggle
that life is a journey of ups, downs and squiggles.
It is what he did, with words and depictions
with simple and silly and beautiful fictions,
with truths that hold true, even when we are old,