An exercise from the Awe-Manac: a daily dose of Wonder by Jill Badonski . Today is the birthday of Mr. Fuller, founder of Fuller Brush. You might have to be as old as me to remember the Fuller Brush Man’s visits. What did happen to those great brushes? But here is my creative exercise.. unedited. I am modelling that poetry can be published, no matter how bad it is, because a blog is considered ‘published!” How fun is that? Actually, I am modelling that no matter what form it takes, giving yourself moments to access playful creativity is empowering, brave, and adds precious moments that can easily be appreciated in your day.
AND this took me back to precious moments in childhood, to boot.
Fuller Brush Man,
Suitcase in Hand,
Tips his hat to my Mother,
And off runs my brother,
But I like the nail brush,
I watch with a hush,
“It’s magic!” he said,
or was that just in my head?
“Always new! Never falls apart. NEVER!
It will last forever and ever!”
Mom says ‘I’ll take it’, the room fills with laughter.
I know Brush and I will live Happily Ever After.