Gossip At Two
When you were at the jabber stage,
You know, around about two,
There was a little girl just your age
That lived next door to you.
She’d come over to the porch gate,
(I had locked you in),
And you’d stand there together,
And then it would begin!
A constant line of jabbering
Across the gate would go,
What went on between you,
I will never know.
I can see you in your navy suit,
And little light blue bonnet.
Your pants were full and baggy,
And the hat had white trim on it.
And sometimes you would laugh so hard,
At something you had said,
The marabou on your hat would dance,
When you would shake your head.
Then you’d both lean on the gate post
And jabber, jabber more.
And I, who stood and watched you,
Inside the kitchen door,
Couldn’t help but be convinced
Folks of two or so
Have a language all their own
That grown-ups never know.
~Dana B. Nelson