Okay, since I’m perusing, here is another taste of the writings of a smaller, less abashed, more exuberant Dilovely.
Apparently in the Homeschooling days of early spring of 1986 (I was 7), I was taught about Haiku, poems of three lines with syllables numbering 5, 7, and 5. In a tiny spiral-bound notebook (white cover with diagonal turquoise lines on it), I wrote some Haiku in painstaking cursive. My nerdiness knew no bounds… I just wanna tousle this kid’s hair and watch her be inspired by every little thing.
The first two were under the heading “Mystery Hicu”.
Very sweet smelling,
It’s lavender in colour,
I love that flower!
Gently swaying tree.
Oh! Softly waving branches.
My, what a nice thought!
This next one is actually dated: 20 Apr. ’86.
Small dancing ringlets,
Sometimes gray and sometimes white
By the way, amongst these Haiku I find a list of “Pretend Phone Numbers” (folks on the list are Me, B.F., Jackie, Her B.F., Clarissa, Margret, Francess, Kerry, Miranda, Taffy S., Tiffany, and Taffy Z. – for the record, I had no friends by those names), as well as a list of “Boy-Girl Names” (Kim, Sam, Terri, Nicky, Jean, Billy, Joe, Laurie, Chris, Pat, Robin, Bobby, Francies, Tony). Like I said, compulsive list-maker.