Three little chickies had I...
I wonder why...
I thought once I would have none...
I thought once I would have ten...
Or really maybe four...
Three little chickies had I...
Pie in the Sky, I wonder why...
Mother Hen, Mother Hen,
Who ever wonders
What might have been?
Three little chickies had I...
And now, for them, it is time to fly.
All that's left to rule the roost
is Mr. Pie and I will fly away to be...
me. Mother Me.
Flickr image: 3 French Hens by Green Kitchen
Ho ho ho. And a parsnip in a pear tree.
Posted by: Old Horsetail Snake | June 23, 2006 at 05:10 PM
Also read "Discovery" by Marie Ponsot.
Posted by: Jael | June 24, 2006 at 04:06 PM
So you had three kids, they are flying the nest, I am all thats left and you want to go fly away so you can be you! Interesting.
Posted by: ra | June 26, 2006 at 04:50 AM
Ra- you shouldn't feel threatened by what she wrote...
A man meets a woman- a person, an interesting fascinating person and marries her. If she stops being a person, what is she? A shell? No man can truly respect that which is nothing more than a reflection of his interests. Think of it as a diamond- only half the facets are visible until you turn it around and around. Being one is not being the same. My nose is me, but it is not my belly button. Does that make any sense?
From someone who has been asked the EXACT SAME QUESTION.
Posted by: Jael | June 28, 2006 at 01:16 PM