MOONBLOG - MY LIFE

A little song or a play on my part. Imagine your kid is singing from their heart. Their laughing dancing, or just sitting there smiling, As words spill out in a jumbled melody. Heart spills out Onto the ground Lively golden sparkles Handed around A little hope, little dream, nestled in your hand. Clutch it carefully before it slips through like sand. What do you do with it this little piece of tanzanite Shining with its soft blue light? A spark, a home, a dear darling precious. Spilled by the quiet also by the restless. When they laugh and smile, with their large pure eyes Deep chocolate brown or glittering tanzanite. They hand it around, you get one special to keep. If you take care of it, The more that you reap. What do you do, with this brittle piece of tanzanite?          When you know it can break, when it hits just right? The perfect pressure, the perfect blow, And now, there's no more golden dust to show The moment it shatters The moment it breaks It does...

In my Villa there's a pool.  A regular rectangular pool. And this was the shining light of heaven when I first arrived there. The pool is right next to this huge building called the clubhouse. It's a public pool, so anyone living in the villa and their guests can go there. Even though it's the best part of the Villa, we don't go there much. Why? Because we need ' parent supervision' .  I call this ridiculous. I know how to swim fairly well, and the pool ain't that deep! OK, imagine a five-foot person. Short, Ok, I know. I'm waiting for a growth spurt. Now, are you imagining them? Now imagine the water at their shoulders. See! Not that deep. And there are floaties (which I'm sure are supposed to be rescue hoops, but everyone just plays with them) in case anyone DOES drown. Which is never gonna happen. All the parents do are sit there. Staring. Not at us, whom they're supposed to be "l ooking after". They look at their PHONES. Or they...