Dear Mom,Your soft, pink scarf
did not accidentally
get donated to Goodwill.
We were fighting crime,
tied up the bad guy’s hands
a little too tightly,
and had to cut the fabric
because we figured,
which was worse:
a missing pink scarf
or pink hands
and pink, teary eyes?
You understand.
This free-verse poem was written more as a memory of many experiences than a particular memory. We very well could have pulled something like this as children, but mostly, I remember how terrible we were about ruining belts, scarves, ties - anything that could be knotted but wasn't supposed to be. We couldn't resist the realism of actually tying up the sibling who needed rescuing, and it normally backfired. Regardless, I still look upon these experiences as over-imaginative, fond memories.
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