Monday, May 05, 2025

Slice of Life to Remember

   A Slice of Life;

     not forgotten 


School day to remember 

I  remember it well 

Into the storm celler 

She led me down the steps 


Little girl little boy 

Innocent boy enticed 

Stopped there on the steps 

There she popped a question 


A question new to me 

You show me yours and then 

Then I will show you mine 

Quickly she pulled our pants 


She knew what to look for 

Looked up and down, around 

I, disappointed blushed 

She'd naught for me to see  

 . . . 

(Note:  This is a true event, we were 

at school having a first grade recess. )

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 - I am linked with Magaly at Friday Writings # 176 at (below)  

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 .  

 - You can find links to other's writings for readings and comments there.  We had an optional writing thought of "A slice of life" from which I wrote. 

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8 Comments:

At Friday, May 09, 2025 1:06:00 AM, Blogger J Cosmo Newbery said...

Elizabeth Wilson, Grade 4. Memories!

 
At Friday, May 09, 2025 1:55:00 AM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Having brothers and sisters, or even close cousins, dispels a lot of childish curiosity. You've written this so nicely and lightly, making it sweet, amusing and natural.

 
At Friday, May 09, 2025 4:17:00 AM, Blogger rudraprayaga said...

The post takes us too too to our good old days. Nice.

 
At Friday, May 09, 2025 7:52:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have a poem like this too. I guess it's a pretty common occurance. It was NOT my idea either.

 
At Friday, May 09, 2025 9:18:00 AM, Blogger Penelope Notes said...

What a question to pop!! You painted the picture with an innocent grace. :)

 
At Friday, May 09, 2025 3:42:00 PM, Blogger Yvonne Osborne said...

Ah yes.....curious little minds. I remember a similar experience but I was the one who didn't know what to look for!!!

 
At Sunday, May 11, 2025 5:10:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

The humour in your poem is naughty and sweet. I can only imagine first graders which seems pretty young, we may have been third graders by the time curiosity approached. I love having you back on Blogger where you belong.

 
At Sunday, May 11, 2025 5:34:00 PM, Blogger Jim said...

Thank you, Helen. I enjoy writing and this one pulled my chain. It is good to be back. The girl's daddy took her out for a third grade church school, her mother had died. I never saw her after that. Her older sister stayed.
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