Carol A. Hand
There’s a magical doorframe
where we measure our height
Mischievous “Little People” visit there
hidden far from our sight
Under the floorboards they wait patiently
until the time is right
to raise or lower the floor
struggling with all of their might
Once our growth lines are recorded
we’re curious to assess our plight
to see if we’ve grown taller or shrunk
laughing at surprises with childish delight
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This poem was inspired by my granddaughter who is always eager to measure how much she has grown. But sometimes, she is actually shorter. That happens to me, too, so we came up with a logical explanation and tested it on Thanksgiving night. She grew this time and I shrunk, although there was no way we could confirm the cause…
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For more information about “Little People ,” you might want to check out the following links:
Voices from the Margins 
Delightful! Wishing you many days:)
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Thank you, dear Bette. Wishing you many days of magic, too. ❤
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Thanks, Carol! Meant to say “Wishing you many magical days with your granddaughter.” ❤
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🙂
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Until last year when we finally painted over it (I shed a few tears) we had height marks on what is now my craft room wall going back 20 years. The boys were very competitive and wanted measuring every visit, whether it had been 2 weeks or 2 months, especially when they were going through their growth spurts during the teenage years. It got to the point we could no longer reach without a step 😄 We took photos of the markings before we decorated and my husband copied it all down on paper intending to stick it up afterwards, and then we changed the flooring and it all became a bit too complicated and the plan was shelved.
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Thank you for sharing such a lovely story about your magic doorframe, Chris. The memories are treasures, now saved in a photo and recorded in a thoughtful comment here. ❤
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Oh sorry, forgot to say I loved your poem, it brought back a lot of happy memories 💜
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Again, thank you Chris. I am so grateful to hear that this poem that made me smile as I wrote brought back such delightful memories. 🙂
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where would we be without magic? Lovely post.
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Thank you for your wonderful question, Paul, and for your kind words. ❤
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I really enjoyed this poem. Thank you. 😀
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Thank you for your lovely comments. Remembering and writing it made me smile and I’m grateful to know it touched others, too. 🙂
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😀
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You and your clan are the most magical and sweet!
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Thank you for your kindness, dear friend. ❤
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xoxox
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I checked out the first of the two links you left. Very interesting. It reminds me of the “fairies” the people of Iceland believe inhabit their country in another dimension and who are able to pass between the two (or more?) dimensions. They attempt to build roads and buildings in ways that won’t disturb areas known to be inhabited and used frequently by these fairies. I watched a documentary about it once. I’d post a link, but don’t recall the title. I’d like to see it again. 😀
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I am so glad to hear that you checked out the link! Thank you for sharing such important information about how people from another culture describe “Little People.” Some of my Ojibwe relatives can see Little People and shared a little bit about what they had learned about them. The ability to see them is not one of my gifts. 🙂
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If you’re interested and, if I find the documentary, would you like me to post a link to it in another comment?
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Sure!
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Looks like Pinto snuck into the ‘frame’.
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Your comment made me smile, Bob. You have a good eye for detail. Pinto did sneak into the frame, and I couldn’t resist using the photo with some editing to make it look “magical.” The funny thing about his image in the shot is that he almost looks like the Ojibwe description of the Little People (Memegwisi) – little hairy elf-like people. 🙂
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a mystery
to me, Carol!
however tall
or wide 🙂
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It’s a mystery to me too, David, but a wonderful reason to imagine and laugh. 🙂
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I found it! 😀
The documentary, “Investigation Into the Invisible World”, explores the occult beliefs of people in Iceland where people commonly see ghosts and find elves underneath stones. If the government is building a road and people dream that elves live in the road’s path, the government will cease building and wait for the elves to move on.
Interesting, huh?
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Thank you so much for sharing a fascinating perspective from another culture, A Shift in Consciousness. I look forward to checking out the documentary. 🙂
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You’re welcome. I hope you aren’t disappointed with the documentary. 🙂
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Here’s a link: https://ultraculture.org/blog/2016/01/15/iceland-pagan-occult/
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Thank you for sharing the link – not easy to get I’m sure given the challenges you’re having with Youtube… 🙂
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😆 Yes. Everything I do online takes about five times as long as it used to. Things are difficult, but not impossible. 🙂
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We have one as well Lol
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Funny. I am grateful to hear we’re not alone. 🙂
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Now…. if we could only have a door frame that measured Sincerity Haha, wouldn’t that be fun? I appreciate the light hearted posts as well, being serious in thought is important but doesn’t often yield the joy of a good chuckle. Today I was sent a good joke. “Why was the letter E the only letter to get Christmas gifts? “
All the other letters were not E 😝
Take care
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Lightheartedness is good for the spirit. Thank you for sharing your joke, Ray. My granddaughter and I had many laughs the past couple days. When we were playing scrabble, she learned a new word, “ajar.” “What does that mean, Ahma,” she asked. “It means that something is partly open, like a door. The door is ajar.” She laughed. “How can a door be a jar,” she asked. Ah, a good question. We then googled a question, “Can a jar can be ajar?” There were no intelligible responses to our question, although a friend pointed out that a jar lid can be ajar, but a jar cannot be alid.
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