Such beautiful energy in the studio today, while a four year old played and his mum got her professional portrait taken. To take out the treasure trove of toys and lay them on the floor .... sigh. For a moment, I was captivated by his imaginary world, and was invited to play. For a moment, I was four, a memory to treasure, a moment of escape.
There are some toys here that were my son's when he was little, some I acquired along the way, some were characters in another 365. Today I was reminded just how fun and how much I adore each one.
My little visitor inspired me to write ...
TO BE 4
To be 4
given
for all transgressions
a bless-ed life indeed.
To be 4 ...
lawn ...
the neighbours may look greener
there are butterflies in yours, instead.
To be 4 ...
bidden
to act your age
it all passes by, all so fast in your head
To be 4 ...
gotten ...
one fish
two fish
three and four
how many can you count
lying on the floor?
To be 4
Be 4 you are seen as too old
To be 4
Be 4 your bones are too cold
To be 4
Be 4 you can get off that damn floor!
Flying Solo Tip 029365 : Shed off your exterior adultness. Remember how creative you can be. Enter joyfully into your imaginary world and play - just play!