(A note found on the playground
pinned by wind against the chain-link fence)
I simply love this!
From: Daniel A.
To: Meesha
In case you guest
I love you it is a present
to see you.
When I dreem.
I dreem you Not gold
not a cristal pond not a bird
singing evry song
you ever herd jus you
Only. None else
Because I love you
and love to say your name
I saw you
and remember this
Thanks you for a dreem
Who? can take
Your plase
34 comments:
What a romantic... Lucky little girl!
Ah, the poor kid, Meesha jilted him and tossed his heart and words to the wind. Welcome to the world of "love," kid.
:)
What a beautiful poem. Reminds me of e e cummings.
From the mouth of babes comes purity of emotion, give the lad a year and the spelling might be better but the emotion more jaded.
kids are smart, really smart
Wuv, twue wuv!
Molly,
Yes. It doesn't get any better than "it is a present to see you."
No fool,
Jilted. I didn't think of that. I supposed it was a failure of nerve on Daniel's part. Silly girl, Meesha.
Nick,
cummings. "i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)"
Mark,
How sad. If Meesha jilted him, you're probably right.
Van,
!!!!!
Meno,
Twue wuv shud nott b snezed at
What amazing thoughts for an 8 year old! What happens to us when we get older that these ideas seem to vanish?
Monty,
I think it's called "life," what happens to us.
God...the alliteration is even good. Very talented fella.
If I'm not impinginng (delete this if I am)...I'm having a couple of contests for some jars of Mt. ReDoubt ash (just doing my part to clean up the mess). Details are @ my site for anyone that's interested. ;)
Maria,
When I was eight, little boys scrawled things like
"Roses r red,
vilitz r blew,
Yew look lik a monkee
And smel lik one to."
No fool,
Oh, good! A contest! And you have a wonderful blog with unique insights and images of a world most have never seen.
I wonder is Meesha loves him back, & is mourning the loss of her poem?
Meggie,
I certainly hope so! She's a very lucky young lady. Imagine what Daniel A. will be like when he can drive.
This is precious.
I hope that Meesha's lovelife will not go downhill from here, with the next swain more interested in stealing the Twinkie out of her lunchbox than in her timeless beauty.
A slightly older young man shares a similar vulnerability and mode of expression. Check him out:
http://anyonething.blogspot.com/
Both of these young men tugged at my heart.
Gayle
Awwww!!Very very precious.What's that doing flapping around on a fence! Lucky for all of us that Meesha didn't screw it up and throw it in the bin. It would never have seen the light of day underneath the banana skins and crisp packets.
May I enquire - how do you know the author is 8?
How gorgeous is that, though!
Warts,
Oh, dear. Have you, perhaps, had a bad experience with a young man whose main designs were on your Twinkies?
Haven't we all?
Gayle,
I will. I have a great weakness for heart-tugging poets.
Pam,
It seems likely that Meesha never saw it, or she would have kept it safe in her treasure box at home, (one hopes.)
Rhubarb,
It was discovered by a third grade teacher who recognized the children's names, and had the good sense to salvage it.
Wow. I can't think of anything more lovely.
Love, tattered and drifting on the wind. Art pressed against a chain link fence.
This is why I'm in love with the world.
I couldn't write this on my best day.
Thank you so much for posting this.
CJ
So cute. I once found a love note my husband wrote to a girl when he was really young and just learning English and that's what that reminded me of.
How romantically cute!
Just like Cyrano. What a little romantic.
Claudia,
Nor can I. I would love the sight of me to be a present.
Cj,
I adore your poetry, but you're going to have to work hard to match Daniel A's spelling talents.
Sweet Pea,
I guess most of us learned English while very young. Do I remember correctly that Mr. Pea is French-Canadian?
Mariposa,
Kids are so adorable.
Ian,
Daniel A. doesn't write poetry for some other dude so he probably has a decent nose.
However Meesha reacted, I feel that it wasn't adequate.
Unless she held the note in shaking hands, looked Daniel in the eye, and said, "Let's go for ice cream right now. My treat."
*THAT* is love.
YAY!!!!!!!
This kid has a great future in love and words, it's obvious.
I was just reading through my posts tagged 'love' and found that I only have 7 of them. In almost two years of posting, I only have 7, and love is one of my favorite things!
I have to do something about that.
Thanks for sharing this!
XO
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
Jocelyn,
You are clearly a woman who understands love - and ice cream.
Scarlet,
Would it help if I introduced you to Daniel A.? Of course, he'd probably dump Meesha's ass cold for a sexy older woman like you. (It isn't often I get to accuse someone your age of being an older woman. I'm loving this.)
HA HA HA HA... he's a bit shorter than me, could be tricky if we go dancing.
Think I'll have to pass on that one, but thanks for thinking of me.
Pardon me while I set my walker off to the side here...
;o)
xo
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
You have a walker? Oh, goody! Let's trick it out and go racing.
I imagine it was blowing around because Meesha decided upon reading it that Daniel A was a wimp and ran off to play with a football guy who knocked her around. Then later complained to the 911 folks that all men are brutes. And then became a blogger and wrote about what a jerk the guy she married was, just sitting around drinking beer and complaining.
Men!
David,
Poor foolish Meesha. Yep, those beer-guzzling, abusive third graders are the worst.
lol! cutest ever!
Jameil,
If Daniel had been in my third grade class, I might have been a child bride.
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