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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Elizabeth Wilson, Grade 4. Memories!
ReplyDeleteHaving 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.
ReplyDeleteThe post takes us too too to our good old days. Nice.
ReplyDeleteI have a poem like this too. I guess it's a pretty common occurance. It was NOT my idea either.
ReplyDeleteWhat a question to pop!! You painted the picture with an innocent grace. :)
ReplyDeleteAh yes.....curious little minds. I remember a similar experience but I was the one who didn't know what to look for!!!
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteThank 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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