Four Feet More

Vika has been interested in writing for some time now. Normally her writing covers the events of her day, and sometimes will be a retelling of a story she's read before. But lately, she's been getting into writing poetry, and I have to say, I'm pleasantly surprised. My practical little girl (remember "It's George Washington, dead, in a box"?) has now become a bit more fanciful. Maybe her recent bump on the head has lead to an increase in creativity (other than a nasty scar hidden by her hair, she's all recovered, BTW)? Last night during the Olympics, Vika had a little pad that she was scrawling on in between events. Here is what she wrote:

"Imagination Is."

Imagination is not something bad.
Imagination is creation.
Imagination is your friend.
Imagination is a unicorn dancing in the air.
Imagination is not a chore.
Imagination is a simple book or two.
Imagination is music.
Imagination is in you.
Imagination is not a bully.
Imagination is three beautiful starts shining like 3,000 diamonds.
Imagination is what you dream in your sleep.
Imagination is not whether you need time for it.
Imagination is always with you.
Imagination is what everybody has.
Imagination is what people carry in little luggage in their brain.

Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. I especially like the part about the unicorn and the image of little suitcases in people's heads carrying all kinds of fanciful ideas. It's fun to hear her voice come through in her writing.