The summer camp brought special skill
A little time and strength of will
Just weaving plastic strands
Some red and blue bands
Into a wrist lanyard for my Mom.
She gave me life and milk and safety
Confidence as I mastered speech problems
Books to read and to be read to
Comfort for when the bullies showed up
And blackened my eye. Called me names.
Balanced respect for Dad and other grown ups
And I gave her my lanyard
Three nights seated patiently
Criss crossing
As fireplace crackled…
Thinking that pretty much
Makes us even.
*This is my paraphrase.
Billy. Puckish at the podium.
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