Ramona, age three-and-a-half, composed this poem yesterday:
My socks are dirty, but I don't care
My friendship comes along to me
And Jesus is upon me.
If it's not quite Emily Dickinson, I still have to say (and I know I'm biased, so it needn't be pointed out) that it did give me a sort of stop-sensation on my soul. I'll take it.
2 comments:
I think it's magnificent, especially for not quite four! And there's something earthy about dirty socks, and the contrast...
By the way, do you know the children's book about Emily D., "The Mouse of Amherst" by Elizabeth Spires? Lovely. I think I can get the Amazon link,
http://www.amazon.ca/exec/obidos/ASIN/
0374350833/qid=1135055979/sr=1-1/ref=sr
_1_0_1/702-1714200-2731251
A very merry Christmas, if I don't make it back here before the weekend!
Well, Becky, if pressed to throw aside all pretense of objectivity, I'd have to agree it's brilliant. :-) And yes, the socks are a nice touch -- stress the philosophical underpinning of having one's priorities straight.
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