From Another World
Here is a poem by my grandmother, Amma, written in my voice in 1962 when I was 2-1/2 years old. It's uncannily insightful. Also, my mother wrote a note in my baby book that says, "Chattered from the time we can remember, gradually became intelligible." I wonder what I was trying to say. By the way, my parents are very intelligent--not dense or slow as Amma suggests. Amma's Poem I'm a little girl named Karen, Two years old and half to three. From another world I came here, -- This one's strange and interests me. There are many people 'round me Who I have become to know, But in way of understanding They seem very very slow. There's a person I call Daddy, He's as good as good can be, -- When I try to tell him something He just stares and stares at me. He says "what, --what are you saying?" Ah, I wasn't making sense, I give up and turn to playing, -- Sometimes he acts very dense. Then there's someone I call Mother, Loving care she giv...