Holden

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little ones playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little ones, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff – I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.”

The Catcher in the Rye

Holden Caulfield in Chapter 22

Princess

You are my daughter.

A precious, strong and tiny being whose smile weakens my knees.

I dread the day some bloke breaks your heart. Or the moment you stand in front of me, cap and gown with a diploma in your hand. I look into the future and tear up just thinking of your wedding day

Run princess but don’t go too fast.

Not Yet

I saw you riding your bike the other day with confidence and gusto. You have grown tired of your “trikey” and needed something more.

I cringed the moment you crossed that invisible boundary where I couldn’t run to you and protect you. Your mother and I shouted to “turn around” and “get back here.”

There was that twinkle in your eye as you returned. You had felt the spirit of the road ahead of you and wanted more.

Not yet little one!

I flashed forward a dozen years into the future and felt my heart ache at the thought of handing you the keys to the family wheels.

If only we could keep you behind that line love.

Ces’t la vie!

Nose

During the awkward years I was made to hate my nose. The constant teasing afflicted me so much that I always tried to speak with people face-to-face and never at an angle that may reveal my ugly trunk.

As the years went by my face grew into my nose but every now and then I get an ill feeling that it’s growing again.

To stave that….I try not to lie as much.