Emilka

Your family immigrated from Poland to Saint

Joseph, Michigan (USA) as you entered

second grade.  We shared the same

Lincoln Elementary school, the same

color-collided classroom, and the same

thunder-cloud haired Mrs. Dixon.  I

was quiet and my speech shy and you

were learning English and we collapsed

together perfectly, like an old woman's

hands supporting each other in prayer.

Author's Note

I wrote this a bit ago in a series of poems of a childhood best friend.

Reviews

[Hidden Happiness]

this kind of poems just gives you the image really clearly...simple in a good way:):)

[Distant horizons]

What a beautiful and wonderfully descriptive piece. Last line is brilliant

[eglantine]

Thank you :)

[w]

Great little narrative.

[Emily B]

a nice portrait, i like the surprises such as the thunder-cloud haired and collapsed together

lovely work

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

that and the color-collided classroom..very memory invoking to the senses..enjoyed the hands in prayer..that's an image that stays with you after the poem