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.
Awe - - - words remain for ever in our minds, don't they.
ReplyDeleteThey do indeed, and get into poems!
DeleteReally nice memory. :)
ReplyDeleteYes! I am happy that GFC is working again. ;) thanks for following me; I also followed you! Have a nice weekend
Thanks Dewi, most kind.
DeleteSo very delightful is your poem and photo.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing, it brought me a smile :)
Kind Margie! I'll relay photo compliment to Norma.
DeleteBittersweet. Like the memory of honey in its absence.
ReplyDeleteYes, and magical.
DeleteWill she teach her children to be creative in their words? Oh, I hope so. Precious moment.
ReplyDeleteDaughter teaches everybody to be creative.
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