The company we used to keep.

DopeBeastie

Padding soft.
The little knees sneak into the curl-up
Under green velvet and gold border
The breathing, thread-bare man
The smell of clean feet
and warm arms.

Tiny toes find the way to air through crochet
and something to tangle.
Something to draw the man's ire.
His... gentle reprimand
"Do not, honey. It will tear."

My seven-year old smile
smug, if I knew how.
I am in love with attention.
His kisses on my brow.



Rachel

DopeBeastie

My own daughter is seven, now.
She likes to pretend she's falling out of bed.
Sometimes she sleeps with the covers over her head,
and nothing else.







hoist n grabbem

EvilToasterElf

So few people realize how powerful simplicity can be, you caught a nice moment on paper there, good read.

DopeBeastie

thanks so much, Evil

Being Enlightened

Aw, this made me smile from ear to ear! It's so sweet and pretty, PastaNazi. I love to read the poems that kids inspire their parents to write, they're so touching. Thank you!

ISN

My own daughter is seven, now.
She likes to pretend she's falling out of bed.
Sometimes she sleeps with the covers over her head,
and nothing else.

I agree with ETE.......this kind of simplicity is profound........there are other kinds of simplicity which I'm not too fond of, but Pasta, you're really describing mischievous innocence.......if that's not a contradiction in terms.....I love kids...!!!!! and people.....(generally).....:)

DopeBeastie

*beaming*

children are mischevious innocence!


unsophisticated love.
blessed & simple.
delightfully untangled