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!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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