Being Six Again



Honesty

and mischief oozed

from every pore when I was six;

playing in dirt was heaven,

touching fire was a temptation

and hearing no was a dare.



Being naked was comfortable,

gross body sounds an orchestra

and my belly button,

a secret treasure trove.



There was wonder

in most things around me,

especially girls;

some boys this age

thought of them as icky,

not me.



I stayed throwing mud

and my heart at this one girl

I liked because I couldn't

find the words to tell her



how she made the

butterflies in my stomach sigh

as I looked at her and believed,

I was gonna stay six

forever.




© 2014 abruvanamedsly



Swing



dVerse


16 comments:

  1. This made me smile so big . . . oh to be six again. Love it.

    ReplyDelete
  2. smiles...very cool...yeah, i remember my first zinger...her name was bet...she gave me an A-team van for my birthday....great piece man

    ReplyDelete
  3. Oh yeah, this is excellent. you have captured something deep and significant about the human condition...the trade off of six year old freedom for the heart of the woman who makes the butterflies sigh. really fine writing.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Beautifully poem. I like this little fellow.

    ReplyDelete
  5. I like that little fellow too...his purity of spirit is so engaging...sweet.

    ReplyDelete
  6. awwww.... so very sweet....throwing mud and your heart... love how you felt so much for her just didn't know how to express except with mud throwing... cracks me up...and explains a lot when i think back now...smiles...cool

    ReplyDelete
  7. you never forget that first one - we used to walk to school each day - to shy to ever say a word. This poem really worked -- nice.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Gross body sounds an orchestra...perhaps a little TMI ..LOL
    So those boys throwing mud at me really liked me after all...:)
    Tis a pity a lot of little boys never grow up and keep hurling mud at girls they really like.
    I never liked boys when I was six...not until I was about sixteen and then I found myself liking them far too much:)
    Enjoyed this one!

    ReplyDelete
  9. Great rendering of the thoughts and actions of a six year old! I will never look at a child who throws mud at another one in the same way now.

    ReplyDelete
  10. Lost my comment, but this sings with the commonality of humanity at '6'.

    Wonderful!!!!

    Lady Nyo

    ReplyDelete
  11. What a lovely story, I love it ~ if only we could stay that young forever ~

    ReplyDelete
  12. This is beautifully penned. You really got inside the mind of a universal six-year-old who looks at life in such a unique and wonderful way that makes us all wish we could go back in time again....if only for a day or two....and see life with such wonder as the way you wrote it!!

    ReplyDelete
  13. I have a six year old and sometimes I don't want him to grow up...sigh...I will have to settle for capturing the beauty of the age while it's here. Thanks for your capture!

    ReplyDelete
  14. Oh I guess stop throwing mud is a good choice other than that being 6 has to be the perfect age of children... adorable write

    ReplyDelete
  15. You really captured that wonderful age when children still believe in Santa Claus but have their doubts about the Easter Bunny.

    ReplyDelete
  16. Oh for the days when throwing mud was an adequate means of communication.

    ReplyDelete

COPYRIGHT © 2013 ~ 2017 ABRUVANAMEDSLY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.