It's late. Well, not really, but I'm bushed. And I don't even want to think about all of the things I have to do tomorrow.
So I'm sitting at the computer and looking at Facebook pages.
And as I sit here, I hear little noises in the background:
"scrape, scrape"
the sound of Elsie scooting a chair around in the background
"crackle, crackle"
the sound of Elsie pondering a leaf
"thump thump thumpthump thump"
the sound of Elsie crawling at full speed over to pull herself up on my chair
"rustle thump"
the sound of her diapered bottom hitting the ground again
"smack smack smack"
the sound of Elsie pondering something from the floor in her mouth
"plat plat..."
the sound of fat fists slowing meandering into the front room
"clunk"
the sound of those same fat fists pulling a book off of the shelf
"thump thump thump..."
the sound of more crawling
" "
the sound of trouble. I'd better go see what she's up to.
2 comments:
I love this post, it is poetic and perfect! I hope you get some rest and a nice break, though.
Love, me
I agree with the first person's comment - you've created a poetic work of onomatopoeia here. It brought back memories of both teaching poetry to ninth graders AND my own baby-rearing experiences. Nicely done!
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