She takes off <br />all her clothes <br /> <br />just for <br />the fun of it <br /> <br />every now & then I <br />catch a glimpse <br /> <br />of naked bum <br /> <br />as it runs not here <br />or there but helter skelter. <br /> <br />She who only <br />mastered the art of walking <br /> <br />not so long ago <br /> <br />now glorying <br />in her limbs. <br /> <br />'Hey Cherub! ' <br />I call out to her <br /> <br />& she turns <br />& comes <br /> <br />not because she's <br />understood <br /> <br />but understands the love <br />dripping form the words <br /> <br />an honeycomb <br />of language. <br /> <br />She tries to clothe <br />the nakedness of her <br /> <br />experiences <br /> <br />in a dress <br />of words. <br /> <br />She is surprised <br />to find <br /> <br />that her <br />anabooboo <br /> <br />doesn't stick <br />to the cat <br /> <br />and the cat <br />wanders amilessly off <br /> <br />discarding with disdain <br />her attempt <br /> <br />at naming him. <br /> <br />Soon the cat <br />will become its sound <br /> <br />(me! how?) <br /> <br />then finally <br />making it to being <br /> <br />C A T <br />(just like that) . <br /> <br />It's a long journey <br />into knowing. <br /> <br />I almost prefer <br />her almost Martian naming <br /> <br />her alien <br />way of seeing. <br /> <br />I curtly call the cat that <br />and even name the next cat that <br /> <br />an ANABOOBOO <br /> <br />and still can drive her <br />mad <br /> <br />years later <br />in a future far from here <br /> <br />calling my teenage <br />daughter <br /> <br />to say her date <br />is here. <br /> <br />'Hey Anabooboo! ' <br /> <br />& see a blushing <br />Princess <br /> <br />descending the stairs <br /> <br />lithe of limb <br />and(thankfully) <br /> <br />fully clothed!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-anabooboo-for-helen/
