Sing Into A Spoon

 

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When I was a little girl I played hide and seek and got lost.  Now I’ve found myself again I want to stand on a box and sing into a spoon.  Peer into draws not meant to be opened.  Draw and scribble and make mistakes.  Catch bubbles before they break.  Do loud burps.  Swing on the clothes line.  Lick my fingers and stay up late.  Undress hibiscus flowers.  Pull funny faces.  Throw sand.  Stay forever in a hug. Smell everything.  Jackets and boots.  Hair and skin.  Wear bare feet.  Watch people, even when they’re looking.  Hang upside down on the monkey bars.  Make a mess.  Squat on rocks and spot crabs in the cracks.  Giggle and snort.  Do handstands and cartwheels.  Play dress ups.  Be naughty and cheeky and silly.  Run really, really fast and have big soft sand to fall into.

(Picture of Mum as a little girl.  Originally in ‘Rock The Boat’ handmade book, now in Clunk & Jam book, 2019)