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Apr 2015
'I AM INFINITAS!"

Here is
our wooden O.

It is
our zero.

Yellow.

There is a 7...?
...but it is missing!

The puppy's chewing
an orange 2.

"Puppy...puppy...noooo!"

The admonished puppy
looks astonished.

"This is a good chew this orange 2."
it whimpers.

She her self is four and
...a little bit more.

"When will I be
this one?"

"That's an eight!" I tell her.
"It will take you four more years...

...of being you
to be it!"

The 8 has fallen
shhhh on its side asleep

...become an infinity.

"Ahhh...infinitas!"

My little infant this
is what...you really are.

This unboundedness of you.
An infinity of you.

Always after when
asked what age she is

she'd always answer
with a hearty laugh.

'I AM
INFINITAS!"
She had danced and sung and sung and danced. Now she was tired she retired to her favourite place...climbing up on my lap and treadling like a kitten she settled down to watch Kirk Douglas with me. Kirk was being Spartacus and everyone was claiming to be him at this juncture. She had heard the famous line as "I AM SPARK PLUGS!" and now rested from her exertions of watching and trying to make sense of a Hollywood movie...she ran around all over again dancing and singing: "I'M SPARK PLUGS...NO I'M SPAR K PLUGS!"

I used to teach her her letters and her numbers by means of a peashooter and wooden coloured alphabet and gaudy colourful numbers. Rather like Sir Thomas Moore teaching his daughters their letters by means of archery. The 8 lying down and having a rest and becoming an infinity symbol led to her next great statement which she always loved to proclaim as her little self identity..."I....AM...INFINITAS!"
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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