Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Jane Bronwyn turns 11

 Today my Jane-bug turns E L E V E N!

When Jane was three we were living in New Jersey.
In early summer of that year, I packed up my three children and 
went out west to visit family in Utah leaving Mr. Nielson behind.
{He couldn't come the whole time because of work}
I stayed nearly a month. 
At the end of our stay, Aunt Courtney Jane wrote a poem 
about three year old Jane that fit her perfectly.

How to tell Jane from the Marigolds in an Afternoon in May

May came to Jane at Umi's house with

her dad miles away.

So she took to pulling at the garden

and playing in puddles

that collected underneath the

backyard table.

Jane grunts to say "yes please"

and grunts to say "no thank you!"

The difference is in the very

slight movement of her head.

Her head

covered in rusty oranged straw

tends to twist and tangle to

pull sideways making her small body

look like a match lit.

Her head the flame.

And in the afternoons she's in the garden

wobbling among the flowers

putting the marigolds to shame.

Her blue eyes match the sky.

The pink on her cheeks

last the whole year through.

And her hair is just

as orange.

Happy Birthday Jane!