Autobiographia Literaria
When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out “I am
an orphan.”
And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!
by Frank O'Hara
3 comments:
hmmmm sad but lovely
So much to think about makes us remember what is important to never turn your back and always look for those in need. What a wonderful time of year to post this. It makes me never forget what God has given me and how blessed I am.
XXX
Becky
Blessed indeed to be surrounded by beauty, love and wonderful friends.
PS your banner made me laugh. I feel bad for giggling, but the look on her face!
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