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Poetry of the week: Happy St. George Day, Georgia!
English translation. Source: https://allpoetry.com/Let-the-Banners-Wave-on-High!
Thought of the week
My toddler = my mentor
I learned to look at my self through her eyes, in awe of the beauty of the human face.
I embrace my grey hair, as I know life continues through her and it unfolds in many shapes and colours.
I rediscovered the green freshness of grass barefoot. I dance like no one is watching.
I can now throw a tantrum at a non-collaborating colleague, for a mirror effect and smile in triumph that it works!
I take no pride in my achievements: her first steps with a naturally humble expression taught me that.
I relearned to invent unheard of explanations for things and events, which otherwise are defined by dullness. „Why don’t you clear the payment for this consultant?” asked my supervisor. „Well, his fascinating report requires and deserves much more time to be processed and understood” (much better than „his report is a waist of time, money and paper” aha!).
I laugh until it hurts. All of it: my cheeks, my tummy. I laugh in spite of expression lines, which I feared before.
One does not need to wait for a birthday once a year. We sing “Happy Birthday” every time we want, when we want and how many times we want, regardless of the calendar.
The best jewelry are her harms around my neck, while my jewelry are her toys.
I learned to see the beauty in sh…ty situations: “Look, my poop looks like a tower…./ a sea horse!”.
I get the best parts in her imaginary plays: one day I am a princess, the other day I am “Her majesty, the queen” or a butterfly …
I reach new heights of creativity: try to invent a bed time story on demand. It needs to have a sconces and a meteorite which fell on dinosaurs as main characters.
I learned to laugh loud about a snoring, which was such an annoyance before.
I join her in throwing toys around the house for a decor to make the best designers bite their nails.
I learned the combine ingredients for a meal that not only taste good but also looks like a piece of art: art nouveau, post-impressionist, cubism… you name it.
I enjoy now every park, every tree, every leaf……….
All come with a deep sense of gratitude for every step we take together on a journey of life, with love to share.
Each night as I tuck covers around them
and bend to kiss their sweet, sleepy faces,
I don’t care that they used
all the silverware in the garden.
Let’s fill the house with angels,
I whisper to my husband
as I slip between the sheets.
I learned to Sware
by Pam Vap, with love
P.S. Politicians too can benefit from guidance from little persons: Photo: UNICEF. Sfefan Fule, Commissioner responsible for the enlargement and neighbourhood
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