This week's Poetry Jam prompt deals with a childhood hurdle that we had to transcend, leading us to our confident adulthood. Mine was the family tag of 'the shy one.'
The Shy One
“Jeanne is the shy one.”
explained Mom
when she introduced
when she introduced
my siblings and me
to someone new
we happened to meet
to someone new
we happened to meet
My tag was sewn,
identified and neat.
But I really wasn’t terribly shy
as indicated by Mother.
I simply loved to scrutinize
and exercise prudence
in dealing with those others.
A curse back then.
But now I understand;
my pensive ‘flaws’
were precious gifts
of a Higher command.
Indeed, this shy one
has fervently grown,
for my interactions
delicately honed,
pensive and discreet,
have led me to compete
and thereby complete
some absolutely marvelous feats.
Jeanne I. Lakatos 2011
Childhood tags do affect us when we are growing up. I was also considered the shy one.
ReplyDeleteGreat to see you spreading your wings and growing to accomplish marvellous feats ~
Oh, so true, Heaven. Yes, we're all works in progress, aren't we? Thank you for dropping by and for leaving such kind words.
ReplyDeleteI was always called shy too - but I was exactly the same as you. Plus I always wondered why I need to do all this chattering anyway :)
ReplyDeleteI hear ya, Dana! Kindred spirits, we are!
ReplyDeleteOh on many levels I do understand this. Lovely writing and lovely blog.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristen, for you very kind words. Thank you for visiting.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! So sweet! chiccoreal
ReplyDeleteHonestly, most people talk too much (including me). I admire a person who is a good listener and not so quick to tell all.
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