“Mumma, when will you die?” she asks with
Innocence in her eyes and a smile on her lips,
“Can I keep your unicorn t-shirt as memory once you’re gone?
And sleep on your side of the bed?
I will cry so much Mumma,
When you die.”
Says my six-year-old daughter.
“Will you neck come clean off if
I pull it hard enough, or
do you need a knife to cut a neck?” she wonders,
“Do you think the bears ran after Goldilocks and
cooked her and ate her up for revenge? Also,
after you are dead, I will not leave you but
I’ll stuff your body and play with you,
like a doll!”
Says my six- year-old daughter.
“I like ghosts and ghouls and monsters,
and scary things that go ‘BUMP’ in the night,
Why won’t you show me those creepy movies mother –
With the zombies and vampires and weird looking dolls,
and darkness and blood and knives and ‘attackings’?
I love them all – just like you!
Says my six-year-old daughter.
-Prachi S
I love the raw honesty of this one. I know my daughter will definitely say these kinds of honest things –both sweet and disturbing at times. There is also something about the last line that even though it’s simple is so true- how she emulates and wants to be like you but also just IS like you.
Thank you. I was so proud in the beginning when she took after me in terms of being weird and dark, but sometimes it is scary! 😛