Amphibian Booties – Prose Poem/Wordle – February 8, 2015

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Tiny booties once bound his feet, tender and soft wool wound about his tiny toes, no, long gone are those booties now, down a worm-hole of time.  I hear the sound of his clomping down the street (which would instill fear into a Cabaret clown living in Nazi Germany) with his amphibians just like jack-boots and yet I know all his wounds, hopes and fears, that haven’t yet been tempered by years and years of experience. No tiny toes fill these boots wound about with socks of fleece, walking down the streets sealed in hard leather, emitting sounds like stormy weather.  The seal of childhood has long gone into the tumbling eons of time … alive now just in my memory seen through the looking-glass of this old Alice, who’d tumble gladly down that rabbit hole, to hold once more those tiny feet, wound in fleeced booties … ah, they smelled so sweet.

© G.s.k. ‘15

wound, sound, burst, clown, emit, glass, fill , seal, another, tumble, fleece, instill

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written for Sunday Whirl and Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – BJ Shadorma & Beyond using Brenda Warren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle.

wound, sound, burst, clown, emit, glass, fill , seal, another, tumble, fleece, instill

 

38 thoughts on “Amphibian Booties – Prose Poem/Wordle – February 8, 2015

  1. What is it about the smell of a baby that clings to a mother’s heart? How do you define that baby smell, and when does it leave our children? I just don’t know. But I felt such heartache here, Georgia. “Sealed in hard leather, emitting sounds like stormy weather” — brilliant wording.

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      • Was thinking about this this evening — kiddo sprawled with his size 38 feet (or whatever!) hanging over the couch — and at age 13 he’s had to revisit his hygiene (ahem). Where’d the baby go????

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          • He had me scared this evening — haven’t seen him this sick in years. Temp almost 104; his joints were swollen. He may have to go to the doctor tomorrow — but I hate that — always that “it’s a virus, what can we do?” thing. But the joint pain is concerning. And this snowballing cough.

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          • I’d take him to the doctor … I don’t suppose they do house calls … the swollen joints and snowballing cough and that high fever doesn’t sound good at all!

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        • The sipper on my boot broke, so I borrowed my 13 year old’s to shovel snow in – and fell down because my size 10 feet were slipping all around in these huge boots…to be fair, though, he was over ten pounds at birth, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.

          I loved the baby he was; I love the boy-becoming-a-man he is even more – even if he smells less sweet than when he was brand-new. =)

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          • Oh wow …. sounds like a big kid!

            Most of the time I’m overjoyed with the man he’s becoming. Except I could do without that teen “tude” he’s developing, of course, but such is life. 🙂

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          • I really think kids need to test things out on their parents first. Safer social ground, and all that.

            I do have to say that we’ve had very little of that so far – just normal hormonal stuff. It helps that he’ s not in school, and he’s got a lot of autonomy in his own life. There’s just not a lot to rebel against here. Even his little sister is pretty cool!

            And, yeah, he’s a big boy. Takes after his Daddy!

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          • And my own little big guy is rebelling against *everything* in his own way. Not belligerent – just a real smart alec. (I have no idea where he got THAT…). 😉

            Great sense of humor though… Tough to reprimand a kid when you want to grin….

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  2. What a wonderful piece – sometimes love goes astray but i hope always that good things return from the rabbit hole…and i like how Alice has grown..she never gives up trying or hoping..

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    • Ah sometimes life can create it’s own little deviations … but that’s what it’s all about. We raise our children to walk on their own path, we have our memories and can appreciate the present and it’s bright moments.

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  3. I have two that have grown and gone their ways – grandchildren and all that now, but I still have odd little socks and t-shirts that remind me how tiny they once were. 🙂 Lovely poem, Georgia.

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    • Oh my … you know, I’ve seen a lot of comments like this and I was a little surprised. I wasn’t feeling at all nostalgic when I wrote it … just thinking how he was once so tiny and now he wears a size 52 (european) shoe … and went from there.

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  4. This is so nostalgic….every maternal bone in my body is now oh-so-wistful for a whiff of my own sweet babies’ toes in their little booties of yesteryear!

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    • Thanks CC for your comment .. but believe me, I wasn’t nostalgic when I wrote the poem … I must have struck some sweet cords here, a lot of people are feeling like you did when you wrote this comment!

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  5. oh my
    even i was a baby once so long ago
    now the two oldest grandchildren are off to college in the fall
    the guard is always changing

    namaste
    jzb

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