Lizzie
The sun is bright today. Green runs over the park today. I'm with Mom today. I like being with Mom. She makes me feel safe. People walk by and stare at me. I thirty-two. They stare all my life.
Mom says I got an extra chromo. It makes me different. I don't know what that means. I am who I am. I love the little people. They smile at me. They play. They run. They make me feel warm inside. I like to feel warm inside. I like dogs. Their tails wag. They bark. They got cold noses.
I go to school everyday. Then I go to the kitchen. I help older ladies give people lunch. I like to help people. These people smile at me. I can't remember their names. They don't wear nice clothes. I am so lucky to have nice clothes. Sometimes they don't sleep in the same place at night. I sleep in the same bed every night. I am lucky. Sometimes they get sick and I don't see them. Mom takes me to Dr Lucy when I get sick. I am lucky. Sometimes the nice people don't smell so good. I am lucky to take a bath every night.
Hi, my name is Lizzie. I like me. I like my Mom and the ladies in the kitchen and Elle at school and Katie next door and Leslie my sister but I don't see her much cause she lives far away. Did I tell you I like flowers? They are pretty. They smell pretty. I like grass too. I like to roll in the grass. I like to smell grass after Mr Pete cuts it. I like music. I like people who sing music. Mom doesn't like my music though.
I am making a painting for Miss Betsy from the kitchen. I have been working on it since there was snow on the ground. Miss Betsy's granddaughter is real sick. I want to give it to her. This will make me feel warm inside. I like to feel warm inside.
Mom says one day I will meet God. But I think I meet God everyday. If God is the person who makes everything, well then I think He leaves a piece of Himself in everything He makes. The doggy, the grass,the flower, Mr Pete. That's why I try to be nice to everybody. Cause if God is as important as Mom says then I can't never be too sure cause I don't want Him to be mad at me but Mom says He probably wouldn't be mad at me cause I am different but I am not different cause I am who I am.
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Lizzie isn't a real person. She isn't based upon a real person. Lizzie has a tender heart. She loves many things. She is not complicated. She sees the inherent good in all people. She appreciates the simplest of things. Lizzie has a beautiful heart.
I was experimenting with Lizzie to elicit a feeling of simplistic appreciation.
This made my day. Thank you so much!
Posted by: Ria | August 05, 2007 at 04:22 PM
Your comment made MY day Ria! How did you find my site?
Posted by: dave | August 05, 2007 at 05:33 PM
Jeeze, I don't remember right now. I got it as a link from someone's page a week or two ago, and really have no idea who recommended you or what article I came in on. I just thought this entry was sublime and had to say so. I'm glad it made your day!
Posted by: Ria | August 05, 2007 at 07:36 PM
Oh, don't take that to mean I don't like the rest of your articles, I do! I love your site in general and intend to visit often. I find it just a wonderful place to go and ruminate. Very inspiring.
Posted by: Ria | August 05, 2007 at 07:41 PM
I love this piece on Lizzie...and her beautiful, simplistic heart Dave. Nice.
Posted by: Joy | September 02, 2007 at 12:22 PM
I really really like this piece, Dave!
Posted by: Pete Aldin | September 08, 2007 at 08:25 PM
Thanks so much Joy and Pete!
Posted by: dave | September 08, 2007 at 08:44 PM