Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

I Cannot Get Along With Her

Four little girls in second grade
Each carrying a backpack of pure unhappiness
Not willing to be friends on their own
So I started a friendship club
They had fun together 
Until one pointed to another and said 
I cannot get along with her

That’s too bad, I said. I guess you cannot be in the friendship club.
SHE CAN’T GET ALONG WITH ME EITHER!
She did not say that, I told her. We will miss you.
No, I think I can get along with her, she said.
I rolled my eyes silently, inside my head where she could not see me.
Girls choose to like or not like at an early age.
No rhyme or reason to it.

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Kim Rodrigues March 6, 2020 at 8:01 AM This was great. The truth is some kids are very sensitive. One grandson has teeth issues so the other looks at him with disdain. Life is harsh even and especially with cousins!