Harry likes his pink whale.
I like Harry’s pink whale, too.
Harry mouths his pink whale
for hours like he wants to be
a mother. Confusion is whether
or not I want to have a pink
whale, too, or if I wish my
Mother would have treated
me like a pink whale. I had
a pink whale once. She’s still
cute as a bug but she’s grown
and doesn’t need me any more.
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on June 29, 2011 - 8:23 am
Mother almost treated me like my teddy bear, She threw him away. So what if half his stuffing had fallen out, smelled like wee wee and had only one eye and I was 37 years old at the time – he was still my best friend.
#2 by Carl on June 29, 2011 - 10:46 pm
A complex reaction. Thank you for commenting, Carl.
#3 by Carl D'Agostino on May 4, 2012 - 5:21 pm
Actually it was 7 years old. But I still miss him.
#4 by sixthsymph on June 29, 2011 - 11:02 am
My mom bought me lots of toys when I was little, all of them very pretty and girly. On my first trip abroad alone I saw a big black and white cat with a shiny plastic red nose. Loved it, bought it; was told by mum at home that the cat was the ugliest toy in the world. Amazing how I hadn’t thought of it as ugly – just ‘unusual’ – till she called it ugly.
I’m looking at it right now – It’s the only toy I’ve kept.
Also, obviously, lovely poem, Carl; really lovely, and a little sad.
#5 by Carl on June 29, 2011 - 10:49 pm
That is a wonderful evocation. I really appreciate your kind comment. Sometimes, I just don’t know, but now I feel better about this one.
#6 by claudia on June 29, 2011 - 1:17 pm
this made me smile despite the serious undertone…who wouldn’t be confused..
#7 by Carl on June 29, 2011 - 10:51 pm
It twisted me when I was working on it – Happy, sad, laughing, anxious…Thanks for your comment. I appreciate it.
#8 by pattisj on June 29, 2011 - 9:26 pm
Yes, those pink whales tend to grow up like that.
#9 by Carl on June 29, 2011 - 10:52 pm
Ha Ha! Sometimes, we don’t want any more pink whale and sometimes we are sad the pink whale is gone.