~Pink Polka Dot dreaming...

Dedicated to 'our' little noodle, Sye, who won my heart over from the very start.

When I was a little girl,

        I wanted nothing more

         than to grow up~

an old soul before my time,

       life lessons taught too soon

      Now I'm grown, not much since then,

       I want to go back and do it again

this time, it'll  be playing dress up 

            in pink polka dot high heels

oodles of butterfly kisses &

      smiling swing sets 

        aside a chatty, babbling brook 

Picture perfect life 

is just a myth & fantasy,

      a big girl can still dream

    can't she? 

Reviews

[Angel]

Ain't it funny how, when we're kids we just can't wait to grow up, and "be our own boss"????
And then you get there, and sadly discover that you have more "bosses" now than ever before!!
And most of 'em are kids!!!!!

Ahhh, well...tis a pretty dream, Frieda...I have it a lot, myself.
But I never put it into words as well as you have done!
Fantastic write, my friend!!

[Frieda P]

Thanks sweet Angel...hopefully all our dreams come true eventually.

[MandaBear]

Great write! I have noticed very many people writing poems for Noodle! She is great no doubt about that! I loved playing dress up when I was little. Almost as much as I loved making forts. I still love making them!

[Angi]

Beautiful words for a beautiful noodly~girl. I wanna play dress up, too! Angi~

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

So true... When we are children, we long to be grown up, and when we are grown, we long to go back. My grandpa is always talking about what he would do differently if he were able to go back to his childhood. I think we all go through this as a part of human nature, and you have certainly exposed it is stark and clear beauty. I love the imagery...so fun and so enchanting.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to hold old dreams. Maybe we will get lucky and reach a few. I like the positive feel in your words. I like when a woman feel good in her selection of clothing and pretty shoes. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[icelandicblue]

She most certainly can. How beautiful your words are. I remember this poem won a title contest. You never disappoint.

[Frieda P]

Wow, you remembered that blue, thanks so much!

[KAOlmsted]

HA! I love John's review...doesn't he know gin is MY shtick?? xD Meanwhile, I thought it was sweet.

[Frieda P]

Pay him no mind, I made him sleep in the doghouse last night, he's grumpy as hell hahah thanks, it was a pic that the noodlehead sent me, and I just wanted to write something sweet for her....

[KAOlmsted]

;-) Just saw it's from a couple of months ago...holy cats I am behind on my RRs xD Always my pleasure!

[Frieda P]

I know, the noodle sent me a RR for my own poem ;-)

[KAOlmsted]

HA! xD

[s y e]

Whoopsie daisies!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok lots of sentiment my Lady and a stark warning to Sye. Passable but only just. Too much gin or too little sleep

[Frieda P]

Thanks for the review crankypants...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hey I am in the sun so you got that one wrong!

[Frieda P]

Ooops, sorry I forgot you go pantless in the sunshine....my bad!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Perhaps I simply pant in the heat of the moment lol!

[Frieda P]

Perhaps, I'm not touching that one! ;-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Go write some decent poetry my Lady!

[Frieda P]

OUCHIE!!!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh stop being a drama queen! You write sublime poetry and I will never say it is so when you f**k it up!

[Frieda P]

You're lucky I love you John, but I'm still hoping you get sunburn on your ....oh never-mind. ;-P

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Liar, liar pant on fire!

[TL Boehm]

Noodle toodle sent this to me. She's such a peach. Big girls should dream. In technicolor with full sound and lights. I don't think I do anymore.

[Frieda P]

Noodle toodle peach, that kid has more names I swear!

[Rebecca Buller]

I think we all yearn at some point in our lives to return to our childhood, thinking that if we'd made a different choice or turned left instead of right that our life would somehow be different. Maybe it would and maybe it wouldn't. But that's why life's a winding road and sometimes you've got to deal with construction.

Brilliant write once again, Frieda:)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rebecca, it was one of those fun writes, no one was mangled in the making of this one.....

[Rebecca Buller]

LOL! Whew, that's a relief:-)

[Jack...]

If only we could go back and do it all over again (knowing what we know now). That is a dream I think many of us have had, though if we look forward we just might find that our very own later in life playground waits for us to play, if we want to. Funny how as an adult male, playing with dolls takes on a whole new meaning. :)

Very nice my sweet friend and still you amze me.

[Frieda P]

Yes, why can't we call do-overs like when we were kids? Thanks Jack.

[Jack...]

here is the second "a" for amaze.