- The boys were looking at the night sky and suddenly the YO turns to me and says, "Mamma, d'jyu know, the moon ijj majik."
I'm like, "Huh?!?"
And the MIM helpfully explains, "He saw a cloud passing over the moon."
Excitedly I turn to my little boy and say, "Lovely, my baby! Yes, the moon disappeared behind the clouds...majic!!"
Sombrely and sincerely my EO pipes up, "The moon is playing hide-and-seek with the clouds." - While coming back in the evening a few days ago, I showed my boys the setting sun. It was gorgeous, as if burning with colour. The EO put it best..."like a golden ball of flames."
Yup, my poetry loving soul is loving it!
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3 comments:
yea.. so true.. i think there is poetry at that age.. it just disappears when people grow up, when they think they have grown out of their ability to spot the little beauties and be fascinated by them :)
Hw sweet :)
I miss my childhood whenever I read about children.
We have a lot to learn from them, than we have to teach them.
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