Ah, my girl
your incessant chatter does
exhaust me
my ears bleed verbs
and nouns and
hormones
and joy
interminable
always and forever
joy
you talk
we listen
you love
we receive
thankfully
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The Pup, granddaughter #2, is a chatterer. We tease her sometimes about how she only is quiet when she sleeps . . . but then she talks in her sleep. Her mama says she makes our ears bleed.
But it is such happy chatter and she has such LOVE to share . . . like the heart she drew in the snow on my car this morning as she left for school. I had to take a picture and share it here . . . along with my 33 words for Trifecta’s challenge EXHAUST.
I think you have done something cool. At first I thought you misused the word exhaust – as in tires me out – but you you may have exhausted your resources as well. Nice double meaning.
Nice, tight poem. Reads really well and has a great flow. Loved the bit about ears bleeding verbs and nouns
“my ears bleed verbs
and nouns and
hormones
and joy” — such beautiful words!
i really like what you did there. totally made me smile ^^
What a sweet tribute to your granddaughter.
My eldest is like this, too. Love the image of the bleeding ears.
That’s sweet; I’m afraid I was that girl myself. On the other hand, my grandmother was the one I got it from, so she was in no position to complain!
Lovely painting there..
The Pup sounds delightful, and so full of fun and life.
how lovely, my 8 year old is a chatterbox. Sometimes I send her in the other room, then I miss her.
My nephew is only going on three and he’s working on his chattering haha 😀 Great little poem!
A lovely tribute, and a heart warming picture.
Stuck in hyperbole, too, Barbara? lol Cute poem.
Lovely poem. You show such great love.
sweet!
“my ears bleed verbs and nouns and hormones and joy” – you couldn’t describe listening to a little girl any better than that!!! 🙂
This made me happy as I thought of my 11 year old niece who is just this way, and always has been since she was old enough to form words. Instead of a heart she might draw a wolf or an owl, but the meaning would be the same. They are a gift, aren’t they?
Awesome poem!
I have a talker and sometimes the constant noise frustrates me. In those moments I have to remind myself that happy chatter is much better than whining and complaining 🙂
I love the kind of unconditional, but weary love of a parent that comes through here. Great job.
Simply so beautiful-loved the way you described her chatter Barbara-it speaks volumes about your love for your granddaughter as well as your command over vocabulary:-)
I ABSOLUTELY love the verbs and nouns bleeding from your ears. LOVELY!!
Aw, such a beautiful expression of love! What a wonderful poem!