WAY BACK WEDNESDAY
WARNING! EMBARRASSING CHILDHOOD MOMENT AHEAD!
Okay, I was talking about 6th grade yesterday, and it brought back a funny memory. I just have to post my award-winning poem from 6th grade. Even at that tender age, I realized (but perhaps a little too belatedly) that the subject matter was embarrassing. Still I couldn’t resist entering the poem in the city-wide contest, and it did nab me third place.
Butterflies in your stomach
Clumsiness day after day,
All are signs you are growing
In a very special way.
The growth is not of height or width
Nor of weight or mind,
It is a growth of care and love
For one of the opposite kind.
The only problem is, I’m still clumsy. I don’t think “Young Love” had anything to do with that, in my case.