The visitor – Wordle 164

164

A muffled knock at the front door
announces the daily visit
of the little girl from around the corner.
”Ello”  she says, her only word of English,
and offers her cheek for a single kiss.
We have a language problem:
she mumbles in French
at ninety miles an hour,
I’m deafer than I should be.
”Does your mother know where you are?”
I ask (or care, I wonder – there are four
little ones in that house and another to come)

She turns her back and goes stomping off,
she’s proved her existence,
exercised her power to command attention,
her right to a place in our elderly world.

 

The Wordle words this week are:  

muffled, sizzle, back, language, numbers, single,
> right, power, existence, stomping, hello, place

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14 Responses to The visitor – Wordle 164

  1. kaykuala says:

    You captured the blessings of relationships possible even without words. It is the aura of wanting to give that is important! And you’ve said it! Brilliant twist Viv!

    Hank

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  2. Jae Rose says:

    Je pense que nous devons tous faire notre existence senti – wonderfully visual piece..it sounds like she has the tenacity to find her place in the world

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  3. You understand the mind of a child perfectly. Well done!

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  4. kathy reed says:

    How smoothly that flows…and I like the title you gave it.

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  5. Pamela says:

    How nice to live in a place like that, Viv. Really beautiful sketch on life.

    Pamela ox

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  6. colonialist says:

    Lovely – mission accomplished!

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  7. catterel says:

    I think little children often recognise an older person’s inner child – you are privileged!

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  8. 1sojournal says:

    And you definitely identify with your small visitor, don’t you? I remember a while back, you wrote about rowing across a river by yourself to your mother’s concerned frustration. Love the very human touch in this piece and happy to know that you draw such warm acceptance from those around you, as you so richly deserve,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2014/06/08/when-wordle-words-wont-work/

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  9. CC Champagne says:

    Adore it! To me it paints a picture of a better world, where neighbours actually know each other enough for a child to do something like that… Ahhh… It makes me smile!

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    • Wherever we have lived in Normandy has been like that. I think village life knocks spots off that in any great city. We went to the D-Day commemoration ceremony by the memorial flags at the bottom of our old lane this morning. The crowd was huge, and I bet we knew 90% of the people there, if not by name, then certainly enough for three kisses. For the first time in the many we have attended, the village band played God Save the Queen, which brought tears to my eyes.

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  10. drpkp says:

    What a wonderful “word picture” filled with bright image, spunk and grace

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  11. oldegg says:

    How beautiful it is to see young children show a touch of character as they emerge into the world around them. I thought this beautiful yet poignant too.

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  12. Nicely done. Punchy and to the point.

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