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The Rubber Boot

Sitting staring out the window for my sister to return An overwhelming sadness, my stomach in a churn. She a half day at school and I have not yet started I thought the fates were cruel that we were even parted The sun glinting off the puddles, maybe we'll play outside Or maybe play barbies or color if she wanted to stay inside. From school she returns and asks mom can she go outside to play I ask can I go and she replies "no, they're my friends and you're a baby anyway" Two 5 year old girls waiting on the porch, am I losing my best friend? I hide my disappointment for if I cry I will hear about it to no end Mom tells her to wear rubber boots and change out of her school dress It was in that moment I hatched a plan that was spiteful, I confess. She stripped down to her underwear and began to gather up her stuff When she couldn't find one of the boots she got herself in a huff My sister has a temper and a full blown tantrum fully erupted She began to yell, and started throwing things, until my dad interrupted "This will cool you down", as he put her out on the porch and locked the door Standing outside in underwear, tears streaming, now with something to cry for. Her friends look upon her, their faces register shock If there was only a way that I could turn back the clock. I stare again out the window, but this time at my beloved sister My heart in so much pain that I'm sure it will certainly blister I felt so bad, so dreadful, my stomach tied in one huge guilty knot I slowly walk to the hamper to retrieve the boot from it's hiding spot. *True story, vivid memory for a 3 yr old I know, but this affected me deeply. I told her I hid the boot when we were teenagers, we had a great laugh. For contest: "A Childhood Memory''

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 4/11/2014 11:03:00 AM
Oh Cecilia this is a fantastic write from your childhood - thoroughly enjoyed sharing your memories. Thanks for pointing this rhyme out to me. Hugs Jan
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Date: 3/12/2013 4:39:00 AM
I really enjoyed reading your poem, as I have 2 sisters. Thanks for the great read GypsyofEssence
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Date: 11/22/2012 6:41:00 PM
This is so sweet, it is amazing what memories will haunt us years later. You did a wonderful job of conveying your emotions. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 5/22/2012 8:03:00 AM
I am stopping by your poetry to thank you for your kind comments on my writing. It has been a pleasure to read yours today Cecilia. Love, Carol
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Date: 4/29/2012 4:47:00 PM
You are blessed to have a sister and such a memorie to share. Something to cherish just the two of you. A wonderful memorie thanks for shareing. TLee
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Date: 2/22/2012 11:03:00 PM
so did she go out and play once you gave the boot back? And did you get in trouble? I really like this story because I was a big tease to my younger sisters and I did a few really funny things to them!
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Date: 2/18/2012 4:33:00 PM
Great story told in poetic form..Many can relate to something that happened in their life that was similar..The adult in this situation was the one who should have been ashamed..Sara
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Date: 2/17/2012 9:26:00 PM
Oh, so funny yet very touching.It reminded me of childhood days.Kids will do the craziest things...Ha,ha :o) It's a good thing she laughed about it..
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Date: 2/15/2012 2:59:00 PM
This was a touching poem Cecilia. - oxox love Anne-Lise
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Date: 2/14/2012 10:40:00 AM
Wow - what a compelling story. Funny how sometimes things like this end up bringing us closer together. It is hard to share our sibblings with their friends, especially when we are young, and especially when we are the younger sibbling. I come from a large family in which I was the middle child, so I experienced this feeling from both ends. Nicely told - put a tear in my eye.
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