The magic I see, is reality
I learnt the alphabet, as a child.
That’s not complicated, not in my adult world.
I learnt that 1 + 1 = 2, as a child.
But that’s complicated, in my adult world.
Growing up, I learnt the simple things
like the boy I kissed in my kindergarten class
is the guy next door
is the city professional
is the lady in red
is the serial killer on the 9 o’clock news
who framed roger rabbit?!
In my adult world, I’ve also learnt
you can have your cake and eat it
spend to save
listen to the sounds of nothing
and the bogeyman will get you.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
So now that I am all grown up
I’ll pick out all the raisins in my fruitcake
buy the trainers to match my new suit
have no veggies in my salad
because I can
In my adult world.
I learnt to colour within the lines, as a child
That’s complicated, in my adult world
I’ve grown to learn that colours are numbers
And 1 + 1 is not always 2
I like the child in me, who plays nice with numbers.
I like the adult in me, who sees that lines are colours.
The magic I see, is reality.
© 2001 Titi Osu All rights reserved
Who else picks out raisins from fruitcake? I love cake, can’t stand fruit cake. Determination in the face of cake, lol!
Throwback to the magic of Disney World! This poem flashed into my head today and I had flashbacks to this trip. December 2015. First time in Disney World as an adult, and becoming a child all over again.
At night the entire park is transformed. Lights, fireworks, music, people everywhere in awe of their surroundings. The magic really does captivate the senses.
And by day, it’s a magical castle where princesses live.
I mean, really. “Real life” Aurora, Belle, Jasmine, Mulan, Snow White etc…just….walking about, smiling, saying hello, you couldn’t help but stare! Googly eyed. Kids didn’t know what to do with themselves (yes, the kids, it’s all about the kids, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it). One is NEVER too old for Disney World!!! Tut tut all you want.
You know they are not real, YOU KNOW. But you can’t help smiling, blushing even, wanting to take a photo. That’s what happened to me when I met “Mickey” aka Mickey Mouse. There was a QUEUE to see him/it, which I thought was absurd but hey, when in the world of Disney…..
Everyone got their turn to meet Mickey, chat a bit and take a photo. It was like a celebrity sighting. I was chatting, BEAMING and hugging a giant mouse. What conversation can you have with a mouse pray tell? He even has his own mousey voice which just tickled! In reality, if it was a real giant mouse….actually, it’s not worth thinking. Just enjoy the magic Titi, dream on and unleash your inner kid.
Never stop dreaming, never stop being childlike. Note to self.
Aaahhhhh memories…..
Toodles
Ttx
All photo credits, all mine 😁
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