His First Love

I remember the heavy round wooden tables Built low to the ground, Just right for kindergartners. He would always sit close. I didn't notice. Out-of-doors on the playground was a giant oak. He made me an acorn pipe, then taught me how. I made lots of acorn pipes, giving them all away; Even his. He stood quiet with little fists pushed deep in his pockets. But I didn't notice. The sun was golden Shining through high windows Down on the low round table, Particles of dust dancing merrily on the beams. He handed me a present, And as the royal blue paper with tiny pin stripes Crossed the sun's rays The stripes lit up like diamonds. Gently opening the paper, Careful not to lose the sparkles, I could feel the whole class watch. I was embarrassed. Inside was a book about a velveteen kitten. She was black and feminine. She wore a pink bow, And she was fuzzy to the touch. I treasured that book. As time went by I rubbed the kitty's fur Until she was loved slick and smooth. I don't remember saying thank you. I'm sure I did. Surely the teacher would have reminded me; There in front of the whole class. Over four decades ago - yet - The memory of that special gift is as clear and bright As was the sun beam that day. And I would like you to know Jimmy Wilson; That I noticed. Note: An old kindergarten memory to share with you. Written about 22 years ago.