The books I write aren’t dark and heavy,
Stuffed with drama and angst,
Tears and violence,
Or nightmares brought out to day.
The books I write aren’t cultural,
with BIG and IMPORTANT ideas,
pointing out issues with politics and race,
or shoving my beliefs in your face.
The books I write aren’t real,
With bills and problems to solve,
Broken hearts and addictions and misery,
Splattered across every page for all to see.
The books I write are full of pie,
Puppies and joy and every day life,
Families and smiles and creatures that talk,
And of course, lots and lots of butterflies.
The books I write aren’t in style,
No director or agent has come calling,
No marketing team is eager to promote me,
But that’s all ok.
Because the books I write are for kids,
And those eternally young,
For what is a point of a book,
If not to read it for fun?
Inspired by my friend Jenny, who sent me this article on good taste in children’s literature (and how it’s lacking) : http://maryinmontana.wordpress.com/2013/08/31/guest-post-the-case-for-good-taste-in-childrens-books/.
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