I know Seven will be good,but could we please say I’m Sixfor just a while longer?Baby girl with a stack of giftswrapped in silver and pink and daisies;it’s a rainy day but we rememberthat April showers bring May flowers,plus, she’s not really a baby anymore.No more babies in this house.It’s like a dream, this birthday day:the sun streams in, then hides again.The cat swarms in wrapping paperinspiring giggle and meow cascades.Dada hauls the dollhouse downstairs,sets it up in the middle of the kitchenso all the new flower-festooned ponies,princesses, knights, and riding-girlscan have a new home in the thick of it.Mama snaps photos, bakes a chocolate cake,leans back on a counter, sips coffeefrom her favorite chipped earthen mug.Can’t believe her good fortune, still.This is the Best Day Ever,and Dada told me that seven is lucky.So I’m ready to be Seven.
Herotomost asked the Real Toads for a piece that describes a place in detail, sandwiched with dialogue. Here's a snapshot from my today, my daughter's seventh birthday. Oh and also, poem 11 of 30 for April!
Wonderful description and dialogue. Sounds like a blissful day! Happy birthday to your girl.
ReplyDelete...awe. Seven is still a baby. It HAS to be :) Very sweet.
ReplyDeletehappy birthday to your daughter, wonderful poem (mine's also from my day with my seven year old girl)
ReplyDeleteYeah....how good are those moments. To be able to capture them with this kind of ease and clarity is a gift. Makes me want to go and take my kids to lunch...they do have a way of lighting up life. Thanks Marian...great work.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to your little one! This is precious as can be.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet,,,launched into Seven,,,precious memories to be sure,,,
ReplyDeleteA fine remembrance of age 7 inside age 6, a doll's house and family inside a real one. Happy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteAwww! So, so precious. Save this poem for her and give it to her on her 16th birthday, when she knows everything but has forgotten 7.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful for your daughter, and for you, although you'll probably remember and mourn 6 a lot longer than she will.
ReplyDeleteI have a niece who is 11, but I still think of her as 6. And a grandniece who will be 6 this summer, although I still think of her as a toddler.
I hope 7 is lucky for all of you.
Luv, K
Thoroughly delightful .... like how Dada hauled the dollhouse downstairs, labor of love!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteAww, what a big girl :(
ReplyDeleteLate, I know, but Happy Birthday to the Lassie anyway! And congrats to mum on a fine write.
ReplyDeletegosh, this kid is just so grown up now! ack, but lots of xoxox too.
ReplyDeletesniffles and teary eyes at the thought of her being so grown up now, seven is so much more than six. Isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI loved thinking of you leaning against that counter , taking it all in, watching the transformation happen right in front of your eyes.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY dear Annie.
xoxo
ReplyDeleteAhh...so sweet. Sometimes I hear the echoes of little girls running through my thoughts. I can't believe they are grown women. Where are my tissues?
ReplyDeletemy kids are growing so, so fast. it's, wow.
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