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"Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them." ― Dennis Gabor
My goal for Poetry Month: TINY THINGS. My choices may surprise you, and I'm excited to write, share, and read how everyone writes to meet their special goals for celebrating poetry month.
Some of you know that I picked up Ingrid and Imogene Friday afternoon, took them to the zoo as part of a celebration; it was Ingrid's birthday. Her parents both had job conflicts so Ingrid thought it was okay that she, Imi and I would spend the day and overnight celebrating, then she would have her second birthday on Saturday. I introduce this because I learned again what's really important to kids -- PLAY! We had a good time at the zoo, filled up with salted soft pretzels and ice cream, rode the Merry Go Round, loved seeing the penguins and the baby giraffe.
But when we arrived home, though I'd planned also to take them out to eat, all they wanted to do was play. We had buttered pasta and applesauce for dinner and fruit for dessert. And they played.
Without leaving Imi out, I still wanted to do something special. The day before I created a treasure hunt in the house for the girls. Ingrid can read, and I had about eight clues with a tiny treasure in gold boxes at the end. I found these small glass animals at a nearby gift shop, inexpensive and they looked like treasure in those boxes! I didn't make it too easy, and it was lots of fun to see them run all over the house trying to solve the clues and find the next one. They liked it so much they made me promise to make another one after they went to bed. In the morning, hunt number two ended in chocolate!
Fast forward to Easter morning when I went to their home for brunch. When I arrived, Ingrid and Imi were waiting, with a treasure hunt for me. It was clever and they stumped me a couple of times (I needed hints), but I found my treasure. Here's a picture of it, including a few clues and Ingrid's note.
a smile, a word
an open door
hugs and kisses
and there’s more
takes me next
to the other clues
of tricky text
what shall I do
where is the way
they think it’s fun
to make me play
at the end of my search
that was a pleasure
a tiny quartz rock
more than treasure
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