Thursday, April 3, 2014

Bee Daughter



When she was little,
Learning words,
We would consult the
Garden and see
What was what.
"Bee", I said, and
She repeated:
"Bead" --delighted
Some beads had wings
And flew around.
I never corrected her
And still step outside
And say, "hello bead."
She grew up, flew
Away, but her 
Vocabulary remains.

10 comments:

  1. Awe - - - words remain for ever in our minds, don't they.

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    1. They do indeed, and get into poems!

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  2. Really nice memory. :)

    Yes! I am happy that GFC is working again. ;) thanks for following me; I also followed you! Have a nice weekend

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  3. So very delightful is your poem and photo.
    Thanks for sharing, it brought me a smile :)

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    1. Kind Margie! I'll relay photo compliment to Norma.

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  4. Bittersweet. Like the memory of honey in its absence.

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  5. Will she teach her children to be creative in their words? Oh, I hope so. Precious moment.

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    1. Daughter teaches everybody to be creative.

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