Notebooks

I found my son’s old notebooks
Going way back to first grade.
His early writing and his thoughts
Are carefully displayed.

He was a quiet kid and mostly
Praise he did amass
But there, repeated 15 times:
“I will not talk in class.”

I marveled as his skills improved
And humor did appear
As he matured and gained a bit
More confidence each year.

These notebooks are a pure delight
But I am in a fix;
I hate to throw them out, but hey – 
My son is 36!

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 1/9/2018 6:10:00 PM

Can't hold on to certain things, even memories, forever, dear Ilene. Some years ago I destroyed all of my youthful art paintings, drawings, sketches, etc. I sometimes regret doing this, especially when friends ask to see my art work, and lacking the evidence I get some strange looks as well as remarks. / M