When I fight with monsters
I wonder where they’re from?
If they have a family or
Maybe suck their thumb?
If they like the weather and
Can they feel sad?
Is their mother worried or
Do they really miss their Dad?
Maybe they aren’t scary ?
Maybe they are cool?
Wonder if they just got lost
On their way to school?
I never meant to hurt them.
I didn’t want to fight.
I hope to say I’m sorry
When they visit me tonight.
I'm nobody! who are you? Are you nobody too, then there's a pair of us. Don't tell! they'd advertise you know. How dreary-to be somebody. How public-like a frog. To tell one's name-the livelong June, to an admiring bog. Poem by Emily Dickinson.
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I think this is my favorite. Love it.
Thanks Donna…Aaron’s face says it all doesn’t it? 🙂
Too cool Susan… Love that photo of Kat, too.
Thanks Helen…Kat remains at the top of my blog page for inspiration 🙂