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| 1st Grade Bug |
Heart Tales
It’s been years in the making.
The small child said,
“I don’t do pain.”
And so she coated
each slight until
the pain was gone.
Both wild and cultured,
the pearl of my heart is
iridescent and lovely.
Your tender sleeve
is no match for this
glorious fortress.
Yet your heartbeat
drowns mine out
every time.
Adorable! An an avant garde haircut long before it was vogue!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love everything about this post - the photo, the poem ... I have a photo with a similar smile. Mine was because my teeth were so crooked I didn't want to show them. Years of orthodontia later, I still find myself not smiling in photos. Need to work on my pearl!
ReplyDeleteI think we had the same hairdresser. That picture is adorable and (as they say) you still look like yourself - cute as a speckled pup.
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ReplyDeletedid you give yourself that haircut?
Awwww...I love speckled pups...love you, my dear Bug...you opened your heart to me...it is a pearl of great value.
ReplyDeleteA tender poem. Wistful, warm and delicate.
ReplyDeleteI have that same haircut,too. Loved the poem.
ReplyDeleteInsightful poem and what a great photo:)
ReplyDeleteSome interesting and unusual imagery in the poem there. I love your haircut. I remember giving myself a haircut a day before school photo day - my mum was furious at the time.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous - love the ending... and what strong imagery. lovely
ReplyDeletebeautiful first verse...."I don't do pain....."..."and coated it etc..." tender and with so few words...every thing. Thankyou Dana
ReplyDeleteYes, a strong poem.
ReplyDeleteAnd a wicked fringe (bangs?).
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