My mom says my imagination is too big. I should cut it into smaller pieces so the coloring book in my head can fit on the kitchen table. But how do I shrink the moon or turn a rainbow into ribbon when tomorrow seems a year away? I never fit where I am or reach where I want to go. Chairs are uncomfortable, shoes keep my feet from feeling the grass, and every time I see a butterfly I know one day I’ll have wings. Mom can’t hear the dandelions or hold a spoon against the window to catch drops of sunlight before night covers it with stars. I don’t think I ever want to grow up. I’d be too bored. Where would I put my teddy bears when my bed is nothing but an ocean of pillows? Susie Clevenger 2024 What's Going On? ~ Children Susie Clevenger 2024
Ain't that the truth! Some things can only be domesticated so much! Loved this Susie!
ReplyDeleteThis is true. A cat if left in the wild will go feral in one generation. It takes a dog two generations.
ReplyDeleteHa! A real live purring, scratching warning label! I love it--the whole tone is perfect.
ReplyDeleteSorry to be so late in visiting--a storm knocked my power out for more than 2 days. No power, no cable, no visit. :-(
This was my college roommate's cat to perfection--she had stalking down to an art.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that’s right. This
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