Just Something In My Eye

Have died a hunnerd little deaths
Awatching you wicker-walk thru the
Tribal trials of teenagerdom.
You’ve done well, Lord Vader.
Homework, projects, exams,
Tests, no-account peer-pressures,
And, shudder, boys.
But today you outshone yourself;
As the old man walked into the room,
You stood up
And gave him your seat without his knowing you’d abandoned yours.
No, it’s nothing;
It’s just something in my eye…
Pride, in my wonderful, well-mannered girl-woman-heir-child.
Now, go practice your violin.
Your peanut butter sandwich will be waiting—
Crust-free.

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on August 14, 2013, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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