this beautifully simple piece of poetry
is in fact a very clever piece of writing.
it shows a true understanding
of what it means to be a child,
and the belief that this child,
(at least the ability to view the world as a child )
may lay dormant inside us but
never dies.
when we try too hard to grow up
we often lose those childlike qualities
altogether, but i think we just
suppress them...
it is very sad when we lose our
child like awe and wonder (see alia's journal)
and become cynical. [even sadder when
we learn how to be prejudiced
and bigoted]
i like how you have not lost
your young biska and know that
now you have children of your own,
the time has come
to wake her.
she will know how to capture their hearts, after all
she was once an expert at 'heart capturing'.
i have a feeling that
she will be entranced by those young hearts
and will feel truly blessed at being given this wonderful opportunity
to look at the world afresh through the eyes of her beautiful
children ....
this reminds me of the inherent simplicity and passion of sappho, one of my favourite poets ever; what i feel here is much the same when i read her: devotion, joy, a calling... to be and listen.
you see, I am the perpetual child... and with it comes the good and the bad. I wake every morning in awe... and could just as easily throw a tantrum 2 hours later (not neccessarily on the floor, flinging arms and legs).
What I love about this, is that you call out to that part of self; that simple, pure-heart child self. Maybe as a reminder to put away the adult stuff (with all the over-rated hoopla that goes with it) for a moment or two, or three, and just be big enough, yet small enough to see through open eyes, open heart, open hand, the wonderment, the imagination, the experience of being on the level with your little ones.
That's my take of course, with a bit of me inserted.
Submission Name: woman
