Dr Niamh On The Plum Tree

Childhood Imagination Sows Seeds of Future Brilliance

Friends by my friend, DiAnne Ebejer!

My friend, DiAnne Ebejer posted this wonderful blog about friends. I love the innocence, brilliance and simplicity of these gentle words.

DiAnne's Scribbles

Friends Large
It seems in looking back I may have seen you there even as a child,
Somehow knowing the need, like the road, would be long and bumpy..
I’ll bet that was you hiding in the rose bud embroidered on my pinafore…
the one that always seemed to bloom alive to dance and sing just for me.
And I’ll bet you were the one sitting right there on my shoulder disguised
in the souls of our likeness…and I just know that imaginary friend I used
to tell my secrets to in the attic was really you…
Had I turned my hand, I probably could have seen you there
in my own palm.
But it was many years and tears before we stood face to face looking
at ourselves as though the house of mirrors had produced us both on the spot.
And in one big puff of magic we suddenly…

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About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com

6 comments on “Friends by my friend, DiAnne Ebejer!

  1. the secret keeper
    January 25, 2013

    What a truly amazing poem. I love it. It is so moving & fits perfectly into the thoughts and feelings of my mind and heart. Beautiful. Moving. Gets right inside of you. Your poem is wonderfully touching DiAnne. Thanks for reblogging Niamh. jk jennifer


  2. Darlene
    January 25, 2013

    This is a wonderful poem. We are so lucky to have friends like that!


  3. thiskidreviewsbooks
    January 25, 2013

    😀 How nice!


  4. DiAnne Ebejer
    January 25, 2013

    Thank you Niamh for sharing my poem on the Plum Tree and Jennifer, thank you so much for you kind words! They mean much!


  5. the secret keeper
    January 26, 2013

    You are welcome DiAnne. The poem you wrote is so moving. jk


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