play is first
learning to taste
the is of all
that can be touched
by small hands
hows and whys
will come later
after words
which are my toys
and I taste and turn
these over and over
in my hands
abandon why for how
I can hold them
in my toes, too
reduce to sound
strung like beads
into pure tuning
delightful mobile
spins, dazzles, dizzies,
and drags this mind to dream
like any good toy should
Susan Daniels Poetry 
U are in tune with your play-side and this I find helps to reteach us to see things like a pot and wooden spoon thru children eyes~ Terrriifffic!~ Thanks dear~Deborah
🙂 glad you liked!
Oh! The joys of infancy!
Yes! I almost lapsed into saying my words, mine!!!!! as I wrote this 🙂