Best Introspectionson Poems
The first time
Goodness?
or not
the first time I saw a man’s parts
I was five…….
Such confusion, such disbelief
hide and seek we played and in a a box he hid.
Sears had delivered a new frig
his sons and I “ally alley out free……..”
we called and ran from room to room
in giggling search for each other.
Closet ……….no..
Behind the kitchen door ……no
Upstairs we ran His son and I to the kids bedroom.
Under the bed….nope!
Downstairs we ran and out the door,
the boy went left I went right.
The backyard with all the sheds and trees and….
a huge cardboard box……….
His eldest son squealed from the front yard…
baby boy was no where out front!!!
The flap on the cardboard box moved.
Ever so quietly I approached ……….
“I got him!” I screamed and lifted the box flap.
Inside the box sat my friends Dad?
In an over coat and nothing else….
“Wanta see what I got?” He said?
Between his hands stood a rigid rod
he petted it. Looking down at it and up at me….
I screamed. I ran. “Grandma! GRANDMAAAAAAAAAAA!”
And that was my first exposure to man.
Somewhere along the way,
I lost my me.
Where did he go?
He must be somewhere inside of me.
I know he’s in there somewhere;
Hiding behind the Dad I became much too early.
Or perhaps behind the façade of the professional
businessman I had to become to meet life’s obligations.
Come on out me.
Where are you?
I heard him crying the other day while I was reading “Old Yellow” to my son.
I heard him chuckling this morning when listening to the “Knock, Knock” song on the
radio I intentionally left on “Kids Place Live” after dropping my son off at school.
I caught just a glimpse of him in the mirror I passed rushing into the family room to
catch the kickoff of the Super Bowl.
But he always scampers and hides from me when my son needs to be tucked in;
Or my wife needs help around the house;
Or the mailman drops off more bills to be paid;
Or my phone dings with another email from work;
Or … whatever “or” happens to be happening.
My me used to be so fun.
My me used to be so spontaneous.
My me used to get up in the morning and be out of the house before anyone else
got up.
I hope my me comes out again sometime soon.
I think I would like to meet him again before it is too late.