Language of Childhood
Keep your eyes peeled, she says,
and I am gone
combining eyes and grapes
And my grandma finds the house
on her own
What’s in the bag, goose?
She asks, and I am gone
wondering what a goose might keep in a bag
and why?
Who knows?
I ask, rhetorical
Her response: Only the shadow knows—and I am gone
picturing the shape
of a shadow’s mind
and what secrets it might hold
As I wander, imagining, I hear
Faintly
Don’t be a space cadet!
For years I believe that “cadet”
Means merely “someone who doesn’t listen”
I am gone,
Pondering the language of childhood
The prompt for this one was to use the language of childhood, and that made me think of all the weird sayings that my mom and grandma used that I never understood. What weird things does your family say?
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