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Nanci Lee Woody


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You lean your small body
closer into mine.
Your shyness
morphs into animation
as you tell me
ofthe snow sculpture
you made
an icy chair, you say,
sit-able
but not lean-backable.
This nine-year-old
facility with words
delights me.
I want to pull you
on to my lap
put my arms around you
hold you close.
But we talk on
of planets, dinosaurs,
where the lady bugs go when the snow falls
before you kiss me on the cheek
and stomp away through the snow
to join your friends
leaving me with a small
hole in my heart.
I join the grown ups
in the back yard
where talk there is of
weight loss and joint replacement
a newly acquired cough
the best wine for the money
and
teeing off.
by Nanci Lee Woody.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Nanci Lee Woody lives in Rocklin, California. A retired college professor, she’s written several textbooks and has just completed a novel. She also wrote the script and lyrics for a musical, "Hello to Life!", which was produced in Sacramento. Besides writing, Nanci enjoys drawing, painting, photography, traveling, and spending time with friends and family. Learn more about her here.


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txstarkeeper :
The conversation of children is so much more interesting and fun than that of adults!!!
Posted 01/19/2013 04:09 PM
jawnsun:
Thanks Prof...I saw the child!
Posted 01/19/2013 10:11 AM
Carol Hauer:
This poem is so sweet. I just love it. I guess we grown-ups "play" too, but we just think way too much about it.
Posted 01/19/2013 09:06 AM
KevinArnold:
I love 'as you tell me of the snow sculpture you made an icy chair, you say, sit-able but not lean-backable.'
Posted 01/19/2013 08:36 AM
mimi:
so true, as well as fun and lovely poem!
Posted 01/19/2013 08:16 AM
janjoy1@charter.net:
This takes my breath away. So lovely!
Posted 01/19/2013 08:06 AM
TheSilverOne:
What a beautiful poem! Takes me back to my own children, grandchildren, myself.
Posted 01/19/2013 07:44 AM
Wilda Morris:
Ah, yest, the creativity and joyousness of children! I want to join the nine-year-olds creating snow sculptures and new words, not the older folk discussing joint replacements and weight loss. Thank you, Nanci Lee Woody!
Posted 01/19/2013 07:11 AM
erinsnana:
What a delightful poem!! It took me back to the age of nine--when life was wide open and anything was possible.
Posted 01/19/2013 04:47 AM


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