to show a child what once delighted you, to find
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To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child’s delight added to your own, this is happiness. J.B. Priestly No one Knows Love like I do No one Gets Love that I get Everyone Wants Love that I have My family Knows The love that I knowTRANSCRIPT
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To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child’s delight added to your own, this is happiness.
J.B. Priestly
She has written two poemsThree,if you count the one she wrote when she was sixAbout girls being better than boys:
This candy is for the girls who wear pinkNot for the dirty boys who stink
At thirteen, and as wise as she thinks she’ll ever beShe teaches me meter, soothingMe with confident repetition:
No oneKnowsLove like I doNo oneGetsLove that I getEveryoneWantsLove that I haveMy familyKnowsThe love that I know
My familyGetsThe love that I getMy familyHas The love that I haveIt allComes from Me.
And tears flow from that placeWhere mothers fearFor the wisdom of their childrenThat she already ‘gets it’ at thirteenIs all I’ve ever wanted
She gives me this giftIn the words of her poemAnd if there is any talentTo be found on pages beneathMy own tapping fingersIt comesAs a result of being a chipOff the blockOf her bony shouldersWhere I lean
