I’ve been on a mission this weekend to organize Hallie’s room. We’ve made tremendous progress! In the process, we’ve been sorting dozens and dozens of Hallie creations, mostly writing and drawing. She has about a dozen notebooks, all nearly full or partially completed stories, poems, and imaginary lands.
It’s hard to organize them because each notebook covers many months or years, with entries made in arbitrary locations. I do want to try to date and organize them at some point, but that’s a job for another weekend. Right now it’s nice to have places for things to go and things in their places–for the time being, at least!
As I was flipping through notebooks, I discovered something I’m guessing Hallie wrote fairly recently. When she was so down about dynamics with her not-friend, she had a lot of trouble falling asleep at night. I hate that she felt they way these words describe, but I’m impressed at how she captured what she was feeling:
When sleep won’t
come I’ve had my fun
and misery’s come in
my way. When sleep
won’t come, my day is
done and the night is
wasting away. Minutes
are tickin’ by. Passin by
my watchful eye and
I don’t know where to
start. Oh the hours
are passing by. Passing
by my watchful eye
and I’ve got a broken
heart.
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