![]() Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. But some new things I've fallen in love with - mismatched everything. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. Like for example, I'm still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. It means I've just added more things to my list. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. “I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. ![]() I wouldn't be surprised if that is the way things go after all - that all things end happy. I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. ![]() I like to think that one day after I die, at least one small particle of me - of all the particles that will spread everywhere - will float all the way to Neverland, and be part of a flower or something like that, like that poet said, the one that your Tik Tok loved. I like to think that even if I change and fade away, some other people won't. Do you think you will ever grow? I hope not. Even with all the trains and the streets and the people. and I'm sorry for it, and for a lot, and I also wouldn't change it. Does it seem odd to you that they could have stood at a wedding that wasn't yours and mine? It does to me. Tiger Lily, do you think magic exists if it can be explained? I can explain why I loved you, I can explain the theory of evolution that tells me why mermaids live in Neverland and nowhere else. I know young people look at me and think my youth seems so far away, but it's all around me, and you're all around me. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. But I wondered if you could ever love more than some of me. When adults appear in the pages, they are equally diverse and always play a supporting role.“Did you know I always thought you were braver than me? Did you ever guess that that was why I was so afraid? It wasn't that I only loved some of you. Soft lines and smudged shapes help to steer the interest level, and the diverse cast is particularly notable. The illustrations, while perhaps not exceptional, are very in-tune with the offering. Teachers and caregivers will appreciate the ability to pick up and set aside the book at will, reading only one or two poems or the entire collection in one go. The individual poems are short and very approachable it's clear Singer kept her audience in mind while penning each one. Singer turns the spotlight on challenges that may seem mundane to grown-ups but are incredibly meaningful: learning left from right, taking a first ride on the bus alone, or figuring out what to do around unfamiliar people. Even if readers don't ever have a first piano or ballet recital, most are going to lose their baby teeth and learn to tie their shoes. The collection features 21 poems highlighting the rights of passage which take us from "little kid" to "big." While not every poem is universal, the collection as a whole has more than enough for most. PreS-Gr 1-A simple yet delightful collection of poems from Singer.
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