A Boy, a Girl, and a Telephonic Conversation

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I have to tell you something."

"Um, okay?"

"Never mind."

"No never mind, what were you going to say?"

"Don't worry about it."

"But I will worry about it. You will tell me."

"It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does, why would you bring it up if it didn't?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Tell me, tell me now--what if you forget?"

"Oh, I won't forget."

"But what if you do? Tell me now, just in case."

"Tell you what?"

"Ahh! Why won't you tell me?"

"Because I don't need to tell you."

"Yes, you do!"

"Don't worry about it!"

"Too late."

"So, what did you have for dinner?"

"Tell me!"

"Tell you what I had for dinner? Okay, I had pasta."

"TELL ME!"

"Nope."

"FINE! I had salmon, wild rice, and steamed broccoli."

"Hey."

"Hey."

Apatosaurus

Yesterday morning I met a new friend.
He sat on my windowsill. He watched me as I powdered my face and styled my hair.
His long neck shivered from time to time.
I kept a close eye, worried he might blow away and leave me.
I had never met a dinosaur before.

Brown and fragile, he reminded me that fall is here.
I continued with my morning ritual, and with each glance back at him I wondered what kind of dinosaur he was.
There are so many kinds. He was the friendly kind.
Large round belly, long slender tail and neck, pudgy oval face.
Even though brown, I saw him blue.

I placed my tooth brush back in its place and turned off the bathroom light.
It is 7:15, the time is near for me to leave and begin my day.
I thanked my new friend perched on my windowsill, my favorite fall leaf.
The friendly kind of dinosaur. An apatosaurus.

Swirls and Smiles

It always amazes me how certain things that seem so ordinary and simple to adults can be so fascinating and magical to children. Take for example--whipped cream. It is not foreign to us, we've all seen it and have tasted it. Some of us may like it more than others--but bottom line: we've all become so used to it, to the point that it no longer makes us smile.

And that is sad, isn't it?
Since when did we become immune to whipped cream?
In a way, children are like whipped cream: Pure, white, innocence--Smooth and sweet.
With their bright eyes beaming, they stare mesmerized at the magical swirls of white fluffy perfection. And I stand watching them, as their smiles stretch across their porcelain cheeks.

Days of Rain

Rain, rain, don't go away.

Thank you for coming on this day:

You can see it, feel it, smell it, hear it, and even taste it.

Some may think it brings us sadness, but I believe it washes it away.

Rainy days makes our hearts feel warmer, our dreams seem clearer, and unfortunately--our hair frizzier.

We want to hide ourselves away in the comfort of our homes, drink hot beverages, and watch old movies.

At least I do.