Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Use Your Words

A four-year-old Baby Puppy pretending to be me

"Use your words," I tell her.
God knows I use mine.
Long, stretched out sentences
with places I can hide
and syllables to squeeze between till I
get lost inside my mess/age.

"Use your words," she tells me.
"The small ones are the best.
Yes, no, stop, go,
love you more, and bless.
If you keep the truest ones,
you won't need all the rest

to dress up your MESSage.

Mama, talk like me.

For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads.  Hope it fits!

14 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Ah, they do have all the answers, don't they!! Reminds me of each one of my four!! Hope your week is going well!!

Fireblossom said...

Love "mess/age"! I would say you have taken the brevity lesson to heart.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh she is a wise girl! She learned from her mama how not to mince words. Great work, Mama!

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is so adorable and very wise too - stick to the simple words. I love your play on mess/age.. I can relate to that.

abandonedroost.com said...

Such sweet words may be simple, but they truly do go a long way.

manicddaily said...

Super charming and super right. Excess verbiage sometimes a cover! (I'm guilty.) K.

kaykuala said...

Great thoughts MZ! You made it so easy to read with the little words doing big deeds.

Hank

Marian said...

nice! how many times i've stopped talking to my kids mid-sentence upon realizing yet again what a windbag i can be. gotcha!

Grandmother (Mary) said...

I love your telling of this story and the truth of a child's heart- talk like me. May it be.

Enigma said...

This is so beautiful and relatable.

"If you keep the truest ones,
you won't need all the rest

to dress up your MESSage." - Love it!

Margaret said...

See. I should NEVER EVER read the poems until I am done with mine.

ERASE ERASE DELETE. sigh.

Hannah said...

I LOVE this, Mama Zen!

Justin Lamb said...

Good reminder to make our words meaningful. I like this.

Brendan MacOdrum said...

It's the toy stove in front of that bookshelf stuffed with ten million words. The resolute play of absolute seriousness. We know we have to keep the truest words, but which ones are? Heavens.