nookncranny's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the grown ups in my neighborhood i've known i didn't feel truly welcomed, but i couldn't put my finger on it. i just felt tender and sad. i want to play too. it struck me last night how old they act. how they seem to have jumped from young into the stodgy grown up suit. i once made a pact with myself, chin atop my little knees on the front concrete steps, to never ever completely lose this kid consciousness. i have no plans at all of breaking my promise. so often then, i am ten as i'm making doctors' appointments, sifting through obligations, pushing carts full of macaroni noodles, creamer and bread crumbs. sometimes all the clothes are too big. i was worried that i might be incompetent; but now i am proud. - ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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