Because I’m too fair
Not to recreate you
As a box full of positive
Adjectives
And tell you exactly
What I want to hear myself say,
I’ll just tell a story—
Maybe the story
Of how we first met:
I see missing front teeth smiles
And tucked shirts,
Cowlick hair.
I do not remember the first handshake
Or the first hair-tug.
Elementary school was just
Six years—
But you render death and forever 1 in me
As a lesson;
I keep hearing
The teacher’s stick rapping on the table
Abruptly
When I turned my head
And saw your two front teeth gone
And I laughed.
The teacher’s reprimand—
Quit looking behind your back.
And you know I was
never the teacher's pet.
1-line borrowed from e.e. cummings’ somewhere I have never traveled.
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Written November 13th, 2005
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super poem
yes a wonderful refreashing poem, very decriptive and nice. I enjoyed reading this alot! -
So sweet!! I love it, it totally takes me back through the years. Wonderful job my dear
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