As At Cana

Poem By Margaret Moran

You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don't
understand.
He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really
make out what he meant?
What nice stores, mother, you can tell us! Why can't father
write like that, I wonder?
Did he never hear from his own mother stories of giants and
fairies and princesses?
Has he forgotten them all?
Often when he gets late for his bath you have to and call him
an hundred times.
You wait and keep his dishes warm for him, but he goes on
writing and forgets.
Father always plays at making books.
If ever I go to play in father's room, you come and call me,
"What a naughty child!"
If I make the slightest noise you say, "Don't you see that
father's at his work?"
What's the fun of always writing and writing?
When I take up father's pen or pencil and write upon his book
just as he does,-a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,-why do you get cross with me
then, mother?
You never say a word when father writes.
When my father wastes such heaps of paper, mother, you don't
seem to mind at all.
But if I take only one sheet to take a boat with, you say,
"Child, how troublesome you are!"
What do you think of father's spoiling sheets and sheets of
paper with black marks all over both sides?

Comments about As At Cana

699 Lakeside Way
....a lovely write, children are so adorable...and I feel it's true, when a child asks lots of questions, they will be most intelligent ...love this poem ★
Very much amusing! It is satirical.
a sense of curiosity of something. Curiosity is the start of Wisdom and Knowledge. Excellent
The relationship with child and father is a beautiful thing to imagine. when it relates that the father being one of the world's great poets and writings aplenty and takes lot of times in creativity of poems the child's attention makes him pleasure. Very nice poem.


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