Reading for Kids (VIII)

 It had to be a short read the other day as I was working with another mother for a session of 15 minutes. I was not aware of time much in the past and just chose whatever book I wanted, but for two or three times my reading left no time for my paired partner. My late knowledge about the situation left me very embarrassed and apologetic always. 

This time, I chose by length. The Wonky Donkey is a fun and simple verse to read, and its rhyme and the donkey's bray are entertaining sounds. As I had to keep the melody of the lines, I realized that my muscles quaked and my heart beat faster afterwards. I knew that my body and mind had enjoyed the excitement deriving from the process of reading, too.

I have always loved rhymes. When I used to write poetry, I remember there is a period of time that finding rhymed words to put them together was a pleasure. However, rhymes seem to be considered childish and immature to "modern poets". I remember in a poetry group that I accidentally joined in York years ago, one of the poets asked me why I chose to rhyme, a question that implied that rhyming is old fashioned and will prevent ideas to grow in depth.