(This is being recalled from a very young mind...) When my father would begin telling a story from his childhood, he would begin with “When I was a little girl…” which would cause an uproar of high pitched objections from my sisters and myself. He would simply smile and continue on, as he now had our complete attention. I started this post at the beginning of November of this year when thoughts of my father return annually on the anniversary of his birthday. This story, however, is not about my father… When I was a little girl, I lived in a small house on Pine Street with my father, mother and three sisters. Ours was a busy, full house. Lisa was the oldest, very beautiful and very bossy. Pam was next, also very beautiful and we envied her fashion sense. I was the third in the line of my sisters, a middle child that cried a lot, made funny faces and was very comfortable at the centre of attention. My little sister, Joanne, enjoyed the status of being the baby in the family. She wa...
a new twist to the naisaikus !! i liked this style :)
ReplyDeleteNice style - I like this one!
ReplyDeleteSummertime, phew! a bit of a tongue twister!!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for checking in - this did not sound like a tongue twister in my head, nor did it appear to be when I wrote it down and scibbled all around it on the paper...then I read it. Funny twist.
ReplyDeleteThough I'm not a big fan of summertime, I liked your lines a lot. The twist feels like a big hug!
ReplyDeleteKiss on the tip of your nose!
I know, I know - me again!! It's just to tell you that there's an award for you in Poesia Torta. Kiss your eyes!
ReplyDeleteLove from Brazil!
i love this summertime...thanks for that comment...Thanks Kenia for introducing me to a new friend...
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