When I was quite a little boy I learned to put myself to bed; I put away each book and toy,— 'T was such a help, my mother said. And now I never even mind The clothes that button up behind. Since I was six I've grown so large That days when mother needs a rest She puts small sister in my charge, And I can get her all undressed. I even hear her say her prayers, And no one needs to come upstairs. When mother has a lot to do On any morning, if I choose Then I can dress my sister, too, And even button up her shoes. I'm always such a help, you see, My mother 's very proud of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND |