� 2001-2006 by Shiloh
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I looked so sweet with my pigtails down,
Tied up with a ribbon of dusky brown,
With a dimpled chin full of childish charms,
And my old black dolly asleep in my arms
I sat Me down when I saw myself,
And I told little tales of a moonland elf.
I laughed and sang as I used to do
When the world was ruled by Little Boy Blue.
Then up I danced with a toss and a twirl
And said: "Now have you been a good, good girl?
Have you had much spanking since you were Me?
And does it feel fine to be twenty-three
I kissed Me then, and I said farewell,
For I've earned more spanks than I dared to tell,
And Eight must never see Twenty-three
As she peeps through the door of Memory.
Zora Cross
I can't build upon this poem, it's wonderful as it is. Plus, it's come to its natural conclusion. But it reminded me of an entry I once did. Would the child you were be proud of the person you are?
It's a sweet poem, I think, where the child and adult selves meet in an old, old house by a moonlit garden that exists only until dawn. There, they reacquaint themselves with one another, assessing the life they've shared, or lived, at different stages. The young child trusts and hopes the adult will remember their dreams and see them through, that she will bring both honor and grace to their name by doing good deeds. The wiser adult remembers how life was easier then, the simple joys playing with toys brought, when Mother Goose's world was a fantastic voyage, and for a brief moment yearns to be eight again.
The poem also reminds me of one of the talks given at Jon's graduation. The speaker said even though they (her classmates) were 18, they were still three, five, 10 and 14 inside. And once you understand her reasoning, you'll see it's true. There are times when we want to be held after a fright or an owiie and that's the three-year-old in us. There are times when we accomplish something great and want recognition: "Look at me, Mom!" That's the five-year-old in us. There are times when we want to just run and play and that's the ten-year-old in us. There are times when we want to rebel against authority and just do as we please and that's the 14-year-old in us. No matter how old we get, we will always be three, five, 10, 14, 18 and 28. I rather like that notion.
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