music makes my bones move
he says, shakes last year’s mardi gras beads
like maracas, keeps a beat
not listened to but
from the soles up
Pulsed … wow !!!
🙂 my little boy’s words were “music makes my bones move.” Had to write this for him.
making me smile…shake it!
Out of the mouths of babes, again. Do not know where he pulls this stuff from, my little Aryn…
he is awesome!
🙂 I think so! Thanks for saying so…
A little fragment of character – but I can see him grooving there! 🙂
🙂 that is the perfect way to describe my 6-year-old. That’s what he is–a little fragment of character. This is the same little boy who called his sister a “buttercup of death” a few months ago, and a while before that a “pampered poodle princess.” I think he is crazily creative with words for his age.
One of the fuels powering my soul.
Thought of you instantly when he said it…
This is wonderful, Susan, I see those beads and maracas, and the pulsing …
🙂 thank you, Polly!
Like mother like son. 🙂
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