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
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(Note: This is a true event, we were
at school having a first grade recess. )
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posted by Jim @ 5/05/2025 12:02:00 PM
8 comments
8 Comments:
Elizabeth Wilson, Grade 4. Memories!
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.
The post takes us too too to our good old days. Nice.
I have a poem like this too. I guess it's a pretty common occurance. It was NOT my idea either.
What a question to pop!! You painted the picture with an innocent grace. :)
Ah yes.....curious little minds. I remember a similar experience but I was the one who didn't know what to look for!!!
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.
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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