This morning thinking ...
There’s a little man who smiles at me
Laughs and cries and dines with me
Who waits and begs to play with me
And never seems to tire
Of hearing stories true or fairy
Of everything imaginary
But now and then
I’ll tell him something
Of me before he found his way here
And crinkling up his nose a bit
Because he somehow can’t believe it
Asks, “Papa was there life before me?”
“No”, I answer, “nothing really.”
April 17, 2008
posted by Berlinbound at 5:28 PM
6 Comments:
so true!
there wasn't much before them, was there? xx
Perfect. :-)
My niece showed her 2 year old daughter a home video of herself as a 2 year old and her daughter screamed "no no, it can't be true, you were never a baby!" and demanded the video be turned off.
I always loved hearing stories of my parent's /aunt's/grandparent's early adventures --they lived in such a different world and had so many fun stories to tell about when they were children. I used to nag them for a story. "Tell me again about the penny arcade"
That was terrific!
I love this, especially now. :-)
This is really really really beautiful!
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