Laura Tonon was her name, at the new school my only true friend per se
Astonishingly she’d taken to me, offered to help with my English every day
Unwavering was her big confident smile, even taught me a bit of Italian astray
Rich, she had two of the handsomest brothers, Carlos and Diego who played croquet
Although only in grade five, she amazed me with a poem she’d written one day
In deep concentration
He sat there,
His brows wrinkled
Like waves rolling across the sea
In slow rhythm.
From his lungs, the breath
Came and went,
Escaped and entered.
How I envy him
Endowed with the gift of patience.
-Laura Tonon 1974
Thinking back, it was my first introduction to the power of poetry
Obviously I was impressed, truly amazed and I got hooked instantly
Needed to learn to walk before I run, so worked on improving my vocabulary
Only a few years later t’was when I took to the pen inspired by my mentor’s memory
Nothing I’d love more than to meet up again with the old soul in that little prodigy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 16, 2017, for contest POEM WITHIN A POEM sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2017
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