Shy With No Regrets
SHY WITH NO REGRETS
A Catholic uniform from age five.
My own silence - how do I survive?
My inner world is quiet, building bricks.
The oldest young paints, with whispered flicks.
The graham crackers and milk are my friends.
I close my eyes - too many colors blend.
The teacher called my mom, after so long.
“Does your child talk or do I have it wrong?”
In first grade I find my best friend, at last,
but bashful eyes move, from busy boys - too fast.
In sixth grade, fretting, I throw off my glasses,
When a guy, I like, peeks in one of my classes.
Too coy to attempt popularity, but it’s no regret.
Looking back, glad my temperament slowly set.
4/20/2018
Line Gauthier’s An Early Childhood Memory Contest
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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