This brought the whole subject of children and books to mind. More, it brought the whole subject of the word to mind. So, first of all, I'd like to share an image with you, one that I can post because it belongs to me (as opposed to someone else!) This is from a series my dad drew and painted for me when he was 'up north' (i.e. not in Southern Africa) during the Second World War.
Here it is:
I'm sure you recognize little Tommy Tucker who sings for his supper. And I really really hope you recite nursery rhymes to your little ones, and sometimes sing them too.
As human beings, we are privileged to have this very special gift of language. As a writer I'd say that generally we're moving away from lyrical, rhythmical writing. Yes, even in poetry. In my opinion that's a shame and particularly when it comes to words for small children. As I wrote and emphasized in my book 'Magical Motherhood, a Series of Letters to Cheryl', rhythm supports life. Children will delight in the rhythms, alliterations and assonances of nursery rhymes. Even if, sometimes, they don't actually make much sense to us these days, be assured that they'll be nourishing and enlivening your little one.
More on books for slightly older children tomorrow.
