I sat in France by a swimming pool watching my little granddaughter playing ‘offices’ with various props, when she was around 3. Her little mannerisms and the game she was playing, which suddenly came to an abrupt end, inspired this poem.
Georgie’s in ‘corporate’ mode today
I sit in the sunshine, watching her play
A book in her hand (a classic, what’s more)
And all her ‘big jobs’ lined up on the floor
Mummy says “Gorgeous Georgie, your lunch is inside”.
And Georgie looks up, her eyes very wide
She makes firm eye contact with Mummy and sighs,
With a smack of her lips she curtly replies
“I’m doing my busy jobs”; turns away
And gets on with the critical tasks of the day,
Checking contents of book and the order of things,
Occasionally sighs – quite often she sings
Little songs to herself as she fusses and does
All the things she must do, with the minimum fuss.
Ah, the cut and the thrust, the dog eat dog world –
It places demands on a three year old girl.
The sun is quite hot, the pool water so blue,
And after a while she says “Nanna-noonoo”
(That’s my name), “Shall we play now? Back in the pool?”
In a moment she throws down her book, with a grin.
We hold hands in the sunshine and then both jump in.
If you’re lining things up, and busy with stuff,
In this corporate world where nothing’s enough,
Then try to remember it’s only a game,
It’s just ‘busy jobs’ – we all do the same.
Smack your lips, sigh a lot and keep things in a row,
No time for a break, have to eat on the go
Not for long though – the water is blue, the sun hot
Jump in with both feet – this is life – that is not.