I remember long ago, when I was around four years old.
I would spend my days in the formal living room of our house with my little record player.
Wearing my little pink ballerina outfit (complete with the sequins and tutu).
In my world of make-believe, spinning round and round.
Dancing "perfectly" to the sounds of "Tina the Ballerina" over and over again.
" The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold,
Of being only four years old. "
~ C. Morley, To a Child
6 comments:
What a lovely post and beautiful words.
Oh Mo, you tugged at my heart today. What a sweet sentiment. I love the dried roses and the special balerina pin.
Happy Thursday! La
What a sweet memory of your childhood. The double pin is so pretty and delicate. Thank you for sharing Mo.
Ah, yes, Mo---to be four years old again! The world was full of wonder then and every moment sparked our childish imaginations into action.
Well, come to think of it, the world is STILL filled with wonder. It's just that now we know about the rest of the stuff, too.
This was a lovely post. Susan
Oh Mo.....what a beautiful sentiment you have shared with us. I have a grandson who is 7 years old and thankfully....I was able to share being a 4 year old again with him!!! Loved every minute of it.
Xo
Jo
Hi Mo,
What a beautiful and sweet post, thank you for sharing your lovely words!
I'm a new follower, I adore your blog!
Hugs,
Carol Anne
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