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An a Is Born

I took the long way home that day
The year when I was ten
I passed cows and fields of hay
Then passed the cows again

The day was cold, snow in the air
But I felt none of that
My hands were numb, fingers were bare
And I'd forgot my hat

I should look forward to the flame
In Ma's old black cook stove
The kitchen smells always the same
And pies in that alcove

But none of that was there that day
I'd got a big fat "F"
Oh, there were 'A's too, I should say
But there's a big fat "F"

Then it was over, I was there,
A tear rolled down my cheek
I was breathin' mighty thin air
So thin I couldn't speak

Pa knew what day it was ,of course,
And held out his huge hand
More tears fell out and made it worse -
I tried to be a man

"Ma, come see these A's this boy's got!
He's gettin' smarter still.
Why, we'll be proud and proud a lot
To claim this boy, we will!"

He said," There's some tears in this place -
Must be work goin' on!
That means it's hard and needs some space,
An A is bein' born!"

I remember those words that day
And smile at what they taught -
Learning's more than getting an A -
Pa knew more than I thought


September 25, 2016

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