My daughter, Vivian, loves words. I know, because she uses a lot of them, some of which I even listen to. When she really wants my attention, she writes notes.
When I came home after a three hour writing session, this was taped to our front door:
Last week, after I vacuumed the shards of a glass bowl she had broken, she left these notes on the stairs:
When she’s not writing words to express her emotions, she saying them. Since she began speaking in full sentences, she’s had the ability to arrange the best words in the best order. She is our resident poet.
One day, she walked up to me in the kitchen, climbed onto the counter and said,
Later, when I told this to my husband, he questioned me. “Did she really say that?”
“Yes,” I answered. “She’s a poet, she really is.”
Since April is National Poetry Month, I thought it fitting to share some of Vivian’s poetic observations. Here are a few of my favorites:
On a warm spring day: “Let’s go watch the flowers grow.”
In a park with natural landscaping: “Can we walk through the heavenly grass?”
Seeing trees covered in hoar frost: “They look like snowflakes standing up.”
On saying goodbye to me for two nights: “You’re a come-back-er woman.”
After reading a beloved book: “A kissing hand smells like love.”
Before bedtime: “When I yawn, my brain sounds like a cloud moving by.”
Waiting for her grandma to arrive: “My heart is filled with bursting love.”
After I left for a conference: “My heart is a little smaller when mommy is away.”
Advising me on the best way to swing: “Barefoot is always best.”
Defining big people: “Adults are grown up kids.”
On eating beets for the first time: “They taste like kisses covered in soil.”
Carpe diem, my dear one, and thank you for teaching me to find poetry everywhere and for reminding me how raw and beautiful words are.
Any words you love? Any poetry (real or analogous) in your life? Any acerbic comments thrown your way lately?