CayCay Godwin Poet Rhyme

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August 31, 2015 (written 11-78)

FIRST GRADE INNOCENCE

Two little girls stand dream by dream
unaware of what their feelings mean.
The instinct to laugh and play
often leads them inside on a Sunday
where two imaginations see spun
what innocence befits be done.
The long years go by so very slow
they're sure it takes forever to grow. 

		What should Barbie wear today?
		Should she talk to Ken?
		and
                If they saw each other naked
		would it be a sin?

Pretend cooking for little Mama
(her breast is just stuffed socks)
while acting Daddy reads and rocks.
Acting out their sure adult dreams,
they imitate life as it seems –
a wonderful grownup scene.
Innocently they play out future goals,
unaware of time's mark on such roles.

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Kim Rodrigues January 2, 2017 at 2:07 PM Love it, CayCay! And yes, it would have been fun to play barbies together :)

Paul Callus December 6, 2015 at 8:56 AM Hi CayCay, dropped by to read another of your earlier posts:) Perhaps I'm intruding into an innocent part of your youth, when play was still play. But time quickly goes by, and reality of life soon comes into view. It's a pleasure to go back in time, when the mood so dictates:) Regards // paul

Kim Merryman August 31, 2015 at 11:09 PM CayCay, I enjoyed reading your sweet poem. I think it really fits the theme of the contest. Best wishes! Love, Kim CayCay Godwin September 1, 2015 at 9:01 AM Hi, Kim - It means much to me that you shared your response, the human I am sincerely appreciates it. Best wishes to you also ... CayCay

Janice Canerdy August 31, 2015 at 4:12 PM Ah, I remember those days when my little friends and I played dress up, played with dolls, made mud pies . . . ! I like your poem! Janice CayCay Godwin August 31, 2015 at 4:44 PM Thank you, Janice. Me, too! I lived that poem and maybe it is the little girl still inside us who remembers those days. Now here we are playing poetry! CayCay