“Sticks and stones may break my bones”
But bones heal and mend.
Sticks, stones and you are what’s left.
Yesterday when our 11 year-old granddaughter was here, after I gave her her piano lesson and after she proudly showed me how she could play the B-flat scale on the bells from her brand-new percussion kit, she wanted to go out and climb trees. So, camera in hand, I followed her and snapped pics of her high up in trees or hugging trees or peeking out from behind them.
Then I had to go in to get dressed for a special dinner last night. We would drop her off at home earlier than usual, on our way out. Her mom was home so it worked out fine.
While this little tomboy was still outside, I heard these words: “Memah, come quick! Look what I found.”
I was in the middle of getting dressed, so I called down to her that I’d be there in a few minutes. In the meantime, I heard my husband: “Hmm, I’m not sure Grandma is going to want these in the house. Could you put them on the picnic table?”
These? Them? My imagination stirred.
As I came downstairs I heard her say, “Don’t look yet. I want you to be surprised.” She has loved surprises since she was small.
So I came out onto the deck, looking down. Her words instructed me:
“Sit down. Keep your eyes closed.”
My stomach churned at what I was about to see. After all, this is the child who is not afraid of snakes, who picks them up, who has loved bugs since she was small, and thinks critters of all kinds are fabulous.
“OK. Open your eyes.”
“TA-DA! Memah, isn’t it cool?”
She had I don’t know how many tiny bones, and had begun putting them in some kind of order: leg bones, spine bones, what looked like ribs (14 of them), a head, teeth, pelvic-type bones, all kinds. The head was in four pieces and when she put them together it was absolutely complete.
I have to admit that it was pretty cool. She took a magnifying glass to study each one, and she looked like a little scientist as she ordered and attempted to name the various bones. She can’t wait to take them to school on Monday.
“Mr. S. (her science teacher) will love these.”
When we dropped her off at home her mom was less-than-thrilled to have two small Tupperware boxes of bones on the kitchen counter. But she, and M.’s older brother were interested.
This all makes sense because she has told me that her favorite class is science. She’s a girl who deals in facts, so science and math are her favorite subjects. She’s good at all of them, and gets all As, but she prefers the immovable, factual scientific and mathematical concepts.
As for me, I loved watching her fascination with this collection of bones which she thinks might have been a fox.
I’ve been waiting in the cold
dark, forever, it seems, at least
to feel your warm hand upon my body.
Unbury me from this hovel of dampness
that infects my bones, my joints.
I need your electric balm to invigorate
my mind, my soul.
This gray shadow has cast its’ net
too long, too far.
It has swallowed
too much of this earth
causing a great bulge
in yesterday’s news.
One – sided blues
that propagates itself
over the tops of its citizen’s moods
clamping down hard with its monotonous recital.
Sun! Unleash your soothing rays
for we cannot wait
patience has seen its overdue days.
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