WHEN I WAS BARELY SIX — “Drips of Ink/Favorite Authors”

THE END
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three,
I was hardly Me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now
for ever and ever.
A.A.Milne
British Author (1882-1956)
“Now We Are Six”
E.P. Dutton & Co., 1927
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WHEN I WAS BARELY SIX
I was barely six
when my mother
would sit all of us
down on the floor
and begin
to read to us those stories
that I so well recall
even to this day.
She read to us
of Peter Pan
and Mary Poppins
and more;
she read to us
of Christopher Robin
and Piglet and Eeyore
of those woods they lived in
rather scary
when I was six.
And as she read those words
my imagination took me
to faraway places that I visited
each night
as we sat on the floor
and listened
to the stories
my mother told.
“Skybluepink”,
she would tell us,
of the color of the evening sky,
as we sat there listening
to those wonderful stories
when I was barely six.
And when I was
no longer six
and had children of my own,
I would sit them down
and read to them
those precious stories
that my mother read to me,
of Christopher Robin
and his very best of friends,
Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore
and all the gang
that lived in the forest there;
of wheezles and sneezles
and matchboxes
and Buckingham Palace afar;
all those stories that I still remember
and keep so close to my heart.
And as I step into these woods
just right outside my door,
into this great big world
that seemed so very very
scary back then
when I was six
or seven
or even
when I was eight,
I feel so much braver
than I ever did before,
and stronger
and smarter
than I did
when I was six
or sixteen
or twenty-six,
so much more
than ever before
when we were all
so very young
as we are
still very much
young at heart
and a bit wiser
than before.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-4-11
Written for Drips of Ink/Favorite Authors
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Thanks always for your visits and precious comments!
~barb~
Link to “Within These Bayou Blues” (written for CPC last night)
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You are so amazing with this I pictured everything you said!! :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL BARBARA!!! MY MOTHER NEVER READ TO US..I CAN BARELY REMEMBER HER BEING HOME WHEN I WAS THAT YOUNG. (SHE WORKED 2 JOBS TO RAISE 4 CHILDREN ALONE. ) GOD BLESS!
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awsome write,,, barbara,, i once wrote one of these,,i sthinkit was called when i was two,, great okne love and hugs inky
Love it! Reminds me of when my mom would read to all of us too…and there were 9 of us, but that always a peaceful and fondly remembered time! 🙂 :love:
How precious, Barbara!!!! :love: