NaPoWriMo Day 26: Child-Poem

My 2.5 year old son dictated this poem to me, including the placement and sizes of the words. I like his use of space. One thing that’s really interesting to me about his perception of the world is the way he seems to think that writing a word makes the thing magically exist. So when he dictates “daddy,” “mom” and “Paul” must immediately follow or they might disappear. Writing “green” or “yellow” seems to mean that those colors appear (in real life? In the mind’s eye? Or just philosophically, existentially?) in a magical way that probably happens for us, too, still, on some level, but which we gloss over because words are so transparent for us most of the time.


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