Hole In My Sock

My reluctant 10 year old poet following our discussion about taking responsibility wrote this poem. The discussion started because of a hole he discovered in his sock. He had no idea how the hole possibly got there:

There is a hole in my sock

What happened to it?

I do not know

Perhaps my brother made this hole in it

Perhaps my sister bit into it

Maybe a rat did it

I know, perhaps it was me

Everyone gets holes in their socks sometimes

But they never point fingers

So now I ‘ll  take responsibility

This sock is mine

This hole is mine