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Okay class, take out your pencils and paper...
or your banana...
|Monkeys on a banana, by Matt Reinbold|
Today, my friends, is National Doodle Day. Haven't heard of it? Not surprising if you're from this side of the pond. But if you're reading this in England, you probably already know that National Doodle Day is a fundraising event which is owned by, and raises money for, Epilepsy Action.
According to Ruth Rostron, a professional handwriting analyst, "doodles are like fragments of a map that show how someone's mind works." On the National Doodle Day website, you can discover the meaning of your own doodles. After analyzing mine, however, I've concluded that I am a hodge podge doodler, a little bit of everything.
This comes as no surprise. I doodle a LOT. Apparently, it's in my blood since my mother is a doodler and my daughter, as well. Today's little ditty is a gift to my mother and a tribute to that doodlicious lineage.
At the kitchen table, the color
of sunshine and the centerpiece of my
childhood, Mother sat doodling our names in
a steno book, over and over, a puffy cloud of
squiggles on the page, tossed this way and
that. You could read her possession of
us in every direction, and we were
safe on that page, cast in ink,
belonging to her forever.
In an idle moment, I
think about my
© 2014 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Please join Margaret, another fine mother (and inspired poet as well), for the Poetry Friday roundup at Reflections on the Teche.
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