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.
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