First Grade Memory
My class project was due
tomorrow
i forgot to tell my mom about it.
We were supposed to bring in
A Collection.
i didn’t have any collections
Mom thought up a Seed
Collection.
we gathered seeds from places
One does not think
to find seeds
we started in the spice
cabinet
the colors earthy
the smells delightful
the shapes odd and unexpected
The pantry shelf surprised
my 6 year old self
rice and beans and
peas and oats
i don’t think we even got to
the garden shed
for flower seeds
we found all we needed
and glued them
on poster board
to make a pretty pattern
and wrote the names
underneath
when i got off the bus
and ran home downhill
my blue ribbon
fluttered in the wind
6 thoughts on "First Grade Memory"
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Lovely imagery for a wholly pleasant poem!
The last stanza made me laugh! Such a sweet memory!
What a great memory. Thanks for sharing.
In praise of your mom
lovely and a preview of the “you” I know!
I so like your poems and that you call yourself tillie the toiler! Write more you have 2 days left, toil on!