How I Feel

Summary

An eleven-year-old boy expresses his feelings about being sick through a poignant poem, which his parent later shares online, reflecting on the child's creativity and potential influences from beloved children's authors.

Abstract

The provided content is a personal reflection by a parent on a poem written by their eleven-year-old child, JS, who is feeling unwell. The poem, titled "How I Feel," vividly captures the child's physical and emotional state during sickness, likening his condition to a burned-out candlewick and expressing frustration and sadness over his inability to engage in normal activities. The parent, impressed by the child's creativity and the quality of the poem, shares it online, crediting the child's love for authors like Jeff Moss, Jack Prelutsky, and Shel Silverstein as possible inspirations, while also humorously suggesting that the talent might be inherited.

Opinions

The parent is completely and utterly impressed with the child's poem, indicating a deep admiration for the child's creative expression.
The parent believes the child's work is "cleverly versed and well written," showing a high level of appreciation for the poem's literary quality.
The parent acknowledges the child's persistent interest in having his work published online, which suggests a recognition of the child's dedication and self-assuredness in his creative abilities.
There is a humorous undertone as the parent jokingly wonders if the child's talent might be a reflection of their own influence, while also paying homage to the child's favorite authors as likely sources of inspiration.

A Poem About Being Sick

I don’t feel good Not at all I cant even play ball I’m so sick

It may be a tick But I just feel ick Like a candlewick But after it burned out

I cant run all about I feel all out Maybe I should just sit

I haven’t been bit Or even hit It’s the inside that hurts

I’m really, really sad Maybe a tiny bit mad That I’m missing out on everything Cause I’m sick

Written by JS

This poem was written by my eleven-year-old son who’s been hounding me recently about finding out whether I’m allowed to put his work online. (Turns out I can.)

He didn’t feel well yesterday morning, and texted me a link to a Google Doc with this poem. I’m completely and utterly impressed. My son has always been creative, but this blew my mind. This was such a cleverly versed and well written poem. I can only assume this comes from his love for authors like Jeff Moss, Jack Prelutsky, and Shel Silverstein… but I’d like to think it comes from me. 😅