This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.
May 13, 2009
My Nicholas
The “Pondering” Years
I ponder now, great things I see
Like gummy bears and trucks with wheels
And sounds I make, like a dinosaur,
a growling lion, a snarling bear.
It’s difficult for me to see that
connections really do exist;
that consequence falls into view
and certain things I just don’t get.
Did you know Nana’s fish don’t like champagne,
or Daddy’s walls, my paint?
I really thought I could ride those stairs
but am comforted as I explore my lair
and get to bump and rant and fall and sprawl
on table tops and things too tall.
So, remind me again that several eggs, when they fall,
will make Nana frown while she ponders me anew!
Teach me, again, Mom, that clothes don’t like pens
and books don’t like rips and I can’t walk on the road.
Because I ponder now and great things I see
and need to know there are watchful eyes on me
to help me through this toddler time,
these pondering years of mine.
For Nicholas Benjamin (Kwaygo Ompufu) Aboagye
Love from Nana
Easter Sunday 2006
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