Pink Bows ... another old poem from "Seasons of Life"
Pink Bows
And tied my pink bows in my hair
I wondered exactly what pink shirt I should wear.
I rode the bus
I walked inside
Down the hall I went, in my cute 9-year-old stride.
I went to my class and stayed there all day,
I thought about how lovely life was
And how I wanted it to stay that way.
I went home to homework, dinner,
And playtime with friends.
We played out near the old trash bins.
I lay down in my bed that night,
Closed my eyes and began to count sheep
And mommy knew it had worked when she didn’t hear a peep.
But something was different the next morning,
For my pink bows were lost,
I must go without them today at any cost.
I brushed my teeth
I opened my closet door,
But to my surprise no pink was to be accounted for.
So I got on the bus wearing a bright red skirt,
Nice black shoes, and a white top,
My hair hung down and did nothing but flop.
Into my class I went,
I sat down at my seat,
I noticed something was lying down near my feet.
It was a note that said
“I think you’re cute”,
I turned red and basically became mute.
After eating my dinner
I walked outside to find
Those lovely friends of mine.
But they were no where to be found
Not on this beautiful sunny day,
So I sat outside talked to my neighbor Ray.
That night as I lay in my bed,
I realized the something different was me,
And it was all right because I liked what I had turned out to be.
~Miss Alesha A. Brittain
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