Talking Grapes

Daisy Peasblossom on Aug 6, 2009

Tags: Child's Play, grapes, imagination, innocence

I watched a four-year old munching grapes. I was pretty well hidden behind a desk, so she felt alone.

I watched her covertly
Shy little mouse that she is
She had green grapes
In a plastic baggie.

Her grapes took a walk
They held a conversation.
Every now and then,
One would hop into her mouth.

Sweetness and innocence
Munching down good, green grapes;
Sweet green grapes walking and talking
Then going munch!

I’m sure there’s a lesson somewhere there
Beyond that children have imaginations
And can find a way to play if left alone
But it tickles my brain and lies just beyond it.

So I’ll just remember
A little girl not three feet high
With a brown, curly top-knot
Munching her talking grapes.

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ken bultman on Aug 6, 2009
Clever poem. Don’t you talk to your food?
Ramalingam on Aug 6, 2009
Nice poem.Thanks for sharing.
Brenda Nelson on Aug 6, 2009
I use to have that kind of imagination.. talked to my stuffed animals, and had them talk back too. Cute story
Mark Gordon Brown on Aug 6, 2009
I remember my son doing the same thing. Now he is grown and joining the Navy. It makes me sad for those early innocent days.
Milton H Peebles III on Aug 6, 2009
This is VeRy GooD!!!!! Enjoyed this muches! Reminds me of things I used to do that irritated my dad.

Take Care, DreamSweet and let Your Heart Shine
~ milty
PR Mace on Aug 6, 2009
Cute poem. I love to watch my granddaughter, Savanna eating a banana. She makes it an event.
Christine Ramsay on Aug 6, 2009
Very cute, Daisy. Nice work.

Christine
Ruby Hawk on Aug 6, 2009
that’s neat, Daisy, Like my little granddaughter only shes about a foot taller.
George W Whitehead on Aug 7, 2009
Lovely poem, Daisy.

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