Scrapes and bruises are like Bridge to Teribithia
When you get older
They just aren’t the same
The excitement and the fear vanish
I suppose boo boos weren’t made into a movie
Given definition
Fenced in
Restrained
Stripped of their magic
So maybe they can recapture their luster at the end
When a little cut is again a big deal
Truly capable of rendering you immobile
Shutting down the whole world and
Leaving you in tears
Just like it could when you were four
When a your dolls might live in Africa
And a rope swing might lead to a magical kingdom
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The truth is in the context. My context involves packing lunches, pushing vegetables, making beds, washing clothes, lots of singing and dancing, and pretending to hunt Bison. This blog is where I report my truth ... often in verse, seldom in rhyme, and never meant to be vocalized.
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