When I was young
I was very literal.
My mother used to joke
In the kindest of ways
That you'd better not
Say anything to me
That wasn't exactly what you meant
Or I would take it running
And stir up discontent
Or give our books away
Or poke holes in the plant leaves
To make them look like cheese
When she said they need to breathe.
I didn't understand
When we were to move one summer
And she told me there was
Room enough for horses on our new land
So I called her from sleep away camp
And asked her to buy me the adorable
Black pony they had for sale
And when she began to screech and wail
And ask me to explain myself
I, with a great weight of dissapppointed
Nose out of joint replied,
You said we would have room. I wanted her.
Oh, how I cried!
I am fifty one years old now
And I still can picture that beautiful pony
He was a big pony...nearly a horse.
I loved horses of course,
As did every other girl alive, I think
I was crushed and from that moment,
Since I'd truly believed I'd had a chance
I vowed to get rid of this literal
My mom said I had
It took a long time, and I still have a
Tendency to just put butter on my bread
And forget that other dressings might suit
A certain statement instead,
But for the most part, I think
I have learned to loosen up and bend a word
To suit me well when I write and that has helped me
in my life not to be such a literal girl.
I have put much effort into thinking outside the box
And now, ironically enough
Though I try so hard, I often can't get back in...
In where innocence and second thinking,
Everything I heard was not a part of light hearted
Childhood dreaming, musing ways.
So, they say everything has its price
And even though if I was told today
That my eyebrows were too thick by some caring soul
I would not go and shave them off
As I did once, long ago
And I would understand with no second thought
That a trip around the world can be taken in the mind
And every shoe I owned did not need
To be packed for this long hike,
I sort of miss the way my mind
Went whirling round the pike!