A short poem about a girl reminising about her happy childhood with her father. Her relationship with her father has been tainted for many years and entertaining her own child, she recaptures happy childhood memories.
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THUMBELINA
It is an unusual name ‘Thumbelina’, yet very pretty. Most likely because I associate it with the flower fairy doll with a beautiful dress and wings. Then there is the beloved Hans Christian Andersen tale, inspiring generations. My own tale of ‘Thumbelina’ somewhat brings about both laughter and tears, as I reminisce about happier years, as a child with my father.
I can remember him drawing two small eyes, a nose and a smile on his thumb with ballpoint ink. Making a headdress from a small tissue, he placed it on top of his thumb. Entertaining me for what seemed like hours, he brought her character to life, my eyes all a glaze, she continued to amaze.
Sitting down today to entertain my little girl, I proudly introduced ‘Thumbelina’, black ink for a face, kitchen roll for a headdress. Softly chanting the song, my emotions became a mess. Spilled sadness filled my eye, as I recalled happy family times gone by. Dear ‘Thumbelina’, she was a tiny little thing. She made me want to dance, she made me want to sing. But I guess for today all she really can bring, is the laughter and tears of innocent childhood years. Inhaling a deep breath and taking a long sigh, using Thumbelina’s clothes, I wiped the water from my eye.
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