According to my mother,
I talked before I walked.
Of course I did!
Words are wonderful...words express me--my feelings and observations.... words mirror my life.
What could be more fascinating?
It follows that next I would love the words
on the printed page--
beginning with comic strips.
There is a precious early photo of me
before the age of two,
avidly reading those same comic strips
from the daily paper...
My favorite Golden Book:
The Poky Little Puppy...
My favorite Christmas present:
the illustrated edition of Little Women...
HEAVEN!
What a word prodigy I was---
and still am 75 years later.
When I was a child growing up in Chicago,
the public library
allowed us to borrow many books
over the summer weeks: Vacation Loan!
I can still see myself carrying
those sweet burdens of bound words
home in my bicycle basket
from the Austin branch library--
I discovered in college that I also enjoyed
filling up blank sheets of paper
with my own lovely words---
in poetry, journals, short stories.
I earned some part-time money
writing how-to articles, humor pieces,
springing from my Mommy experiences.
Always I was journaling,
and I now have innumerable notebooks,
often only half-filled with my angst
and yearnings and observations,
my joys and my anguish,
my soul's outlet.
Words as therapy or celebration,
always beautiful words.
My granddaughter Bella
has just begun her reading journey,
and she rhapsodizes,
"Grandma, it's amazing!"
It is indeed most wonderfully amazing....
the Kingdom of Words!
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