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Monday, February 15, 2010
Child's Play
by Justine C. Tajonera
We played a game we invented,
a sort of football with a water-filled
green balloon on a Saturday morning
in the swimming pool.
Badger shrieked with delight
and we were three kids
throwing around
a wobbly, green ball.
There were other kids like:
Callista, Seth and
John.
And we all talked
excitedly about
tossing and catching
a yellow balloon
and racing a couple
of orange matchbox
cars.
And there's no such thing
as forgetting how
to play.
It's the only thing
that's worth
doing
full-out.
(Feb. 15, 2010)
Image from http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaibara/3518861937/
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Badger,
family poetry,
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kids,
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