children speak poetry
before they know words
for it, like the time
my daughter said
she was running
bumped her head
and broke her imagination
I kissed the bones
keeping that magic
where her curls are tightest
and told her no
and some other words,
because something
that precious
that live
can only bruise or bend
when struck
and never snap
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Lovely. Kids are just like this, inately brilliant.Tender.
Alice
Thank you, Alice. They are definitely closer to magic, and I am so glad I got to hear this.
Kids say the sweetest stuff! It’s nice to capture it. How are we this morning/noon/evening?
Hope you preparing for a good send off to 2012 🙂
Hi Mike–just turned early afternoon here. Could not get a sitter (sound familiar?) so it’s going to be at home, snugged with the kids, ringing in the new year with some bubbly–root beer for them, stronger stuff for us. Hope you get to ring it in a little wilder than that. For me it’s going to involve nothing more ceremonious than hanging a new calendar up tomorrow, but it’s all good–every day is a new beginning (oh, UGH–I sound like a freaking Pollyanna, but you know what I mean). Happy new year, Mike!
Ha! So the new calendar is from Hallmark!!
No – ours will be the same – maybe less as Mrs Panda is a bit poorly! But I haven’t wanted to do the swinging nightspot thing for a while now. Collected friends and some music is my ideal doings.
Sappy Blue Beard to you too 😀
Hahaha Oh, no–Hallmark? I am going to get a rash if it rhymes, you know that! Rhymed sap is the worst. Oh, I detest going out on new year’s anyway–it is all amateur night, and the people who stay home all year turn out in droves and have no idea how to behave. Heh. Sounds like a perfect way to wrap things up, although I hope Mrs. P feels better. SBB back!
nothing beats a mom’s gentle touch and the innocence of a child’s words. Love this Susan.
Aw, thank you I love the stuff these guys say–this one was from a long time ago–took me this long to use it, and I am not sure the ado daughter appreciates her words being shared now–she is in the “everything embarrasses me” phase of life. Happy new year, Audra!
Happy 2013 to you too Susan. And yes, teens are so much fun (not)
Heh. It is my goal to continue embarrassing the hell out of her by being the most feral mom out there.
high five!
🙂 I aim to (dis)please!
haa oh your daughter better RUN
she should… But she won’t, and when she is human again (19-20) she will appreciate it, I think…
that is what I keep telling myself with my youngest.. with my fingers and toes crossed. all while swearing under my breath
LOL, my sympathy (and empathy too!)
Happy New Year Susan 🙂
Aw, thanks, you too! Just wrapping up 202 where you are, I think…
Na … Its 1st Jan 2013, 12:41 AM here in India 🙂
oh, my 1 key sticks, time to replace the keyboard–I am hell on them. I can never count on my fingers enough to figure out what time it is where you are–it is 12:12 p.m. here–now a year behind you!
I am in India … Kolkata to be precise 🙂
😀
I like that last line: never snap and how crucial it is to go through remember that you could be bent, bruised when struck but never snap.
Kids are indeed poets!
They are–they have not lost touch with the pulse of things. Like what you say here Joe. It hits where I live.
Happy new year!
Happy new year!
You know their bones are made of rubber. (if only…)
Seriously–what a precious expression of a precious experience–and dangit, you keep hitting on thoughts I’ve been having and I might start believing in higher powers…
Ah,those dratted higher powers– they are there if we believe in them or not, if they exist, right? Glad you liked this.
…or they are not there if we believe in them or not, if they do not exist…
either way,
here
we find
our selves
Yes, so well said. They exist (or not) independent of us. Like the way your mind works.
Thanks–I’m learning to deal with it. Some days I’m just happy to find it working…
Ah Here I am, trying to edit medical reports, and you have awoken my muse, tweaked my creativity, however you want to put it I now have this image of higher powers who might exist (or not) debating the existence of humanity over dinner. Not complaining. Enchanted.
Enchanted like-wise since you got my muse fired up as well! Not sayin’ It will produce soon necessarily, but you’ve fed fuel to one of my back-burners…again…
… All in all, a good “problem” to have!
Love
Thank you, sis. This had to be shared some time 😉
I love this so much!
Thanks much, Julie. Can’t believe it took me so long to write this one…
Nice poem
Thank you, Zain.
Michelle read what you wrote on my FB page and loved what your daughter said. Just loved it.
I recently read one of Lewis Thomas’s essays in his book Late Night Thoughts Listening to Mahler’s 9th Symphony (which I recommend, especially for someone with your literary and scientific interests and expertise) where he talks about how childhood is biologically necessary because it is the stage where human beings learn and develop language. He talks about how it is children who create language (not adults). I highly recommend it. And if you will allow me to be a little pedantic for a moment (many apologies), I also recommend reading Rousseau’s On the Origin of Inequality too because he wonders how on Earth humans developed language in the first place.
Oh, goody! Do not EVER worry about sounding pedantic, Jeremy–you are a teacher and it comes through–I will look forward to reading both, as they sound like areas I want to explore further. Thank you for recommending them. I would have to agree that children create language, and synthesize it in such beautiful ways (Zoe’s comment above; my son referring to his sister as a “buttercup of death” and a “pampered poodle princess” have me convinced children are poets, and especially the very young ones).
Love it… too many years ago, I claimed to have a headache in my tummy.
Ohhhhh–I LOVE that.
Nice one. I am laughing here. 🙂
I love what kids say…Just love it.