Almost A Girl

Allison Grayhurst


Almost a Girl


We play with sounds,

making a flower out of tissue paper.

She bounces a ball,

miming the harmony of its rise and fall.

She paints with strokes

that calls the orange seed to bloom,

and all the while she dances

to the starlight’s tune, loving

its brave expression.

We read tales told in rhymes

and sniff the picked herbs

in our garden.

Every morning we count spoons

and watch the boys play next door.

She knows her colours purple and blue,

plays Boo! behind the door.

Her body beats an ancient symphony of affection,

loving easily my inviting arms.



Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst


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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” July 2017


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