Uploaded on August 17, 2011
My Inside-Self and my Outside-Self
Are different as can be.
My Outside-Self wears gingham smocks,
And very round is she,
With freckles sprinkled on her nose,
And smoothly parted hair,
And clumsy feet that cannot dance
In heavy shoes and square.
But, oh, my little Inside-Self—
In gown of misty rose
She dances lighter than a leaf
On blithe and twinkling toes;
Her hair is blowing gold, and if
You chance her face to see,
You would not think she could belong
To staid and sober me!
—Rachel Field
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
08.17.2023: Bridget’s home for a week, so I can see her lovely freckles in person.