Phone A Mommy

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

lorraine

Gosh, that is so beautiful momlorraine. You can still speak the language of the flowers, and everything else if you wish. I do it when I go out on "spirit quests". Once you open up to your surroundings, your surroundings speak to you in a way only you can understand. It's different for everyone.

Thank you for that post. I always wanted to put it in so many words. You did it for me

Wow! I adore that poem! It beautifully reminds us what we loose when we grow up and forget our inner child. Kudos Lorraine!

Mommy Gina

That is so beautiful.

Well now that is some mighty good writing mommy. Keep it up and lets hear some more.