By Eloise Greenfield

Written thru the eyes of a child:


HONEY, I LOVE --

I love
I love a lot of things -- a whole lot of things
Like
My cousin comes to visit and you know he's from the South
Cause every word he says just kind of slides out of his mouth
I like the way he whistles and I like the way he walks
But honey, let me tell you that I LOVE the way he talks
I LOVE the way my cousin talks

AND ...

The day is hot and icky and the sun sticks to my skin
Mr. Davis turns the hose on, everybody jumps right in
The water stings my stomach and I feel so nice & cool
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE a flying pool
I love to "feel" a flying pool

AND ...

Renee comes out to play an brings her doll without a dress
I make a dress with paper and that doll sure looks a mess
We laugh so loud and long & hard the doll falls to the ground
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE that laughing sound
I love to make the laughing sound

AND ...

My uncle's car is crowded and there's lots of food to eat
We're going down the country where the church folks like to meet
I'm lookin' out the window at the cows and trees outside
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE to take a ride
I love to take a family ride

AND ...

My mama's on the sofa sewing buttons on my coat
I go and sit beside her, I'm through playin' with my boat
I hold her arm and kiss it 'cause it feels so soft and warm
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE my mama's arm
I love to kiss my mama's arm

AND ...

It's not so late at night, but still I'm lying in my bed
I guess I need my rest, least that's what my mama said
She told me not to cry 'cause she don't want to hear a peep
Honey, let me tell you I DON'T love to go to sleep
I DO "NOT" LOVE TO GO TO SLEEP
But I love
I love a lot of things
A whole lot of things
And honey,
I Love You Too


This poem ain't nutthin' spectacular by any means -- But it just reminds me of childhood & the simplicity of love -- Viewed behind the eyes of a child.

Seems like love don't become "complex" & confusing until you get older, nahmean? -- *sigh*