It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Lyrical only goes so far

912snowflakes1“Look, Mary! The moon is out!”

It is in fact the sun, so heavily shrouded by clouds and falling snow that its brilliance is muted to a mellow white glow. It could well be the moon. I start to say as much, but Anna is still talking.

“The moon is my friend. The moon likes me, because I was born on a full moon.”

Anna has obviously heard the story of her birth night many times. It is part of her personal mythology. “I like the moon, and the moon likes me, because I am a moon-girl.”

She is. Pale and fair, though her beauty radiates life; none of the moon’s delicacy. She’s also sun and storm, blustery gale and spring zephyr. All seasons is our lyrical Anna.

“When the moon sees me, it is happy because I am his moon-girl.” And then, in quicksilver Anna style, she tips her face skyward, chin up, rosy cheeks a platform for the falling snow. Until she opens her mouth.

“I’m catching snowflakes with my mouth! I’m eating the snowflakes!”

“What do they taste like?” I ask, curious. What do snowflakes taste like, to this child of moods and passions, romance and myth?

She crinkles her face and grins at me. Grin grows into a smoky-deep chortle, then a full-fledged belly laugh, rising from her very boots.

“They taste like snowflakes, of course!”

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January 19, 2009 - Posted by | Anna, individuality, the cuteness! | , , , , , , , , , , , ,

7 Comments »

  1. Of course! Silly Mary…what else would snowflakes taste like?

    Comment by Zayna | January 19, 2009 | Reply

  2. My Bub is a moon-boy. We had almost that same conversation (minus some of the lyricism) the other day when the sun was gleaming palely through the clouds.

    Comment by bea | January 19, 2009 | Reply

  3. I remember my childhood poem line that goes like “I see the moon, and the moon see me’. I really don’t remember the rest of it but your post reminds me of my childhood days. Thanks for your very inspiring story.

    Comment by Garden Hose Bib | January 19, 2009 | Reply

  4. They taste of cold mostly – and I still feel the need to stick my tongue out every time it snows:) (obviously, it only snows a couple of times a year here – it might get a bit dull for you Canadians!)

    I have no idea what time of the moon my kids were born in – nor their star signs/chinese animal (although I suppose I could look them up). Am I a bad mother for not waxing lyrical? Still, the kids are all sure that the stars are their friends – and have magical powers – too many fairy stories methinks:)

    Comment by Juggling mother | January 19, 2009 | Reply

  5. GHB: “I see the moon and the moon sees me. God bless the moon and God bless me”.

    Comment by Jill in Atlanta | January 19, 2009 | Reply

  6. Beautiful.

    Comment by Bridgett | January 19, 2009 | Reply

  7. I agree with Bridgett.

    Comment by Suzi | January 20, 2009 | Reply


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