Never having
encountered one
before
except in stories
my daughter
begging to be
taken to
the well
the source
of all
her fascination
a magical tale in itself
letting the bucket
fall into the nothingness
that soft splash
as if
from a different
universe
& she
a charmed girl
the well
eating her pebbles eagerly
greedily
as if it were
hungry
for her wonder
the delayed...plop
enthralling her
and again…and...again
even when our store of water
miraculously grows
and we have more water
that we can shake a stick at
she orders
(or commands rather)
“Come…father
let us go & gather
water! ”
And I
(ha ha “Father! ” is it now)
get up
& go
gather water
with my little daughter
enchanted by the fairytale
of her laughter.
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On holiday from the real world and living in the wild where our only source of water was a well…it became a ritual to collect firewood and go to the well for water. We would do both of these together and Tilly blended the gathering of sticks with the other task and so we also “gathered” water!
In her fairy stories where Kings were called “Father” by young princesses she also elected to call me “Father! ” which used to reduce her mother to convulsions of laughter.
Tilly as well as being a real live girl was also for me a fairy tale happening in real time.
I saw everything anew through the beauty of her mind.
Gorgeous penning, the footnote is equally enchanting. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is nothing so beautiful as the world - - seen through Tilly's eyes. Thank you, Donall, for sharing this Water Gathering Trip with me. Scarlett