My three-year-old grand daughter has taken to asking people, “What’s your point?” This happened one day as a state highway trooper was trying to get her attention. She was running and buzzing all around the way she likes to do in her three-year-old hyper-stimulated body and mind. He was trying to get her attention and talk to her, but she was in a hurry. Finally, her mother said to her, “Hey, he’s trying to talk to you.” Savannyah turned around and looked through her looking-glass eyes at the state trooper standing there in front of their apartment building.
“Do you ever slow down?” the trooper asked.
“No,” Mom said.
“Why are you in such a hurry,” the trooper came again.
“What’s your point?” Savannyah said, not missing a beat.
The trooper rolled. I would have too. She’s got a 7-foot attitude in that little three-foot body of hers. It’s really cute, but it sure gets on our nerves sometimes. The state trooper said he’s never had a better laugh.
We can a learn a lot from Savannyah. I must confess, she learned that little phrase from me because I’ve asked her that on several occasions when she just got to jabbering on about nothing, as three year olds are wont to do at times when they can’t stand the silence. When you write poetry, are you like the three year old, too wordy and jabbery? If so, take a clue from the little one and get to the point. Fast. And make it count.
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