No, not because poetry is BORING, but because a) not everybody loves to hear themselves sing, and b) it means the grown-up in charge gets to read something that feeds them, too, in the deep, dark of night when all we want is for our children (please!) to become temporarily unconscious.
I suggest a poem by Rilke, which I discovered in Morning Song, and really love. But I’ll be adding more suggestions to the playlist in next month’s column. Come check it out. Hey, it’s Rilke—AKA “You Must Change Your Life”—how bad could it be?