love through the eyes of a child

pacifier

I was just looking at an old (VERY old) poetry book I had since primary school. In it we had to write an emotion, give it a colour, a taste, a smell, an image, and a sound. Here is what I wrote about love (I was 10 or 11 at the time)

LOVE
LOVE is light blue
LOVE tastes like icecream
LOVE smells like a freshly picked rose
LOVE looks like an angel
LOVE sounds like light rain on the roof
LOVE

sweet isn't it. wait until you read what i wrote for hate....

Hatred
Hatred is black
Hatred taste like maggots in an apple
Hatred smells like a dead kangaroo
Hatred looks like the devil
Hatred sounds like the high pitched screaming of someone dying
Hatred feels like being stabbed in the heart
Hatred

hmmmmm, sometmes I scare myself with the stuff I used to write as a kid.

pacifier

feel free to write your own version of an emotion as above, or anything you wrote as a kid.

depopulationINC

hmmm interesting....ill definately come back to this

Ali

Its amazing the comparisons...and the hatred is so young...unlike the complexities we write when were old....

pacifier

depopulationINC wrote:

hmmm interesting....ill definately come back to this

Can't wait

pacifier

Ali wrote:

Its amazing the comparisons...and the hatred is so young...unlike the complexities we write when were old....

what would you write now? Please share.

twin2

Here's one I wrote. I think I wrote it when I was in elementary or middle school. There is no date on it, so I'm guessing.


I feel warmth when I see her smile,
and great joy when we sit and talk a while.
I hold her hand and feel it's loving warmth,
and her funny little sayings I adore.

Her eyes are the lightest blue but they stand out so much,
and the soft, gray curls are something I love to touch.
Her soft, wrinkled skin is abundant with veins,
and even when we just sit in silence it's never mundane.

When I hug her I feel so much love inside,
and our topics and ranges of discussion are so free and wide.
When I come to visit, I sit by her with care,
on the arm of her favorite chair,
and we converse and that's a special love we share.

My granny is someone I can really talk to,
and I can be myself and her love remains true.
She is so sweet, kind, and willing to share,
and I love to see the aprons she always wears.
Her great, big bed is too big for any mouse,
and without her, it wouldn't be granny's green roofed house.

pacifier

that's very sweet twin2. I wonder how you would approach the same topic now. Did you ever give that to your grandmother?

ISN

that's gor-geous.....how I wish I had a granny like yours.......but I think I'm the best mommy and that's all that matters

twin2

pacifier wrote:

that's very sweet twin2. I wonder how you would approach the same topic now. Did you ever give that to your grandmother?

I don't know how I would approach it now. I will have to think about it and get back to you on that. I think I read it to her after I wrote it (sorry, my memory isn't so good). She passed away on February 15, 1989. I took that REALLY hard. What's funny though, is my daughters were born on February 15, 2002. It seems funny they were born on the day she died. Now I have something happy to associate that day with.

twin2

ISN wrote:

that's gor-geous.....how I wish I had a granny like yours.......but I think I'm the best mommy and that's all that matters

She was a wonderful person and role model. I could not have hoped for better. I still miss her. She was very wise and never had a bad thing to say about anyone. And she had a wonderful sense of humor. I guess I still adore her. I love my mom with all my heart too, she is wonderful. Granny filled her own spot in my life just right, though. I can only hope I am half as good as my granny was and my mom is at being a mom. I try. I wish my little girls could have known her.

lovin kind

reminds me of the days when i was thee loveandrew-wood and i was free to write about lovelovelove

where is the voice of love
well i guess its you