I am prehensile and apprehensive.
I am preternaturally appreciative.
I am pretty good and prepared.
So why was I inside watching
Neighbor boys playing without me
In my own backyard?
Practicing pitches, horsing around,
They knocked the broken fence post down
And pretended it was an accident.
I was a very good boy who never
Ever could have dreamed
Of being Ray, wild-haired hellion of
Pretty Miss Layton’s first grade class.
Loud and unruly he never said a word to me.
What was I afraid of?
A former mill towner I retain
My entrepreneurial spirit.
I am big, wild, self-determined
And community-oriented.
The rising sun touches me first
because I am busy
And there’s a lot to get done.
Under the black eye of some Ahab
I hauled on a line
Or were the feet mine
That rose above the deck
When I was distracted
by a gleaming device.
I sat on the bathroom floor
To watch my father shave.
He whistled as he pulled the blade
Over his cheeks and stretched his chin.
Once I climbed up the sink to try it,
Cut myself and bled all over
My face. Mom rushed me
To the E.R. where they wiped
And found a little nick on my lip.
Keep going with the childhood stuff – the more embarrassing the stronger – the worse it is the better it will be – i’d like to hear more about this boy
Another excellent poem Pat. Thanks for sharing your gift with us.
so tender!
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