Of Caterpillars And Childhood

We were childhood playmates
Way back in the late fifties
She was sort of a retardate,
We children were not aware of this.

One day we climbed a guava tree
And Celia (that's her name)     
Tried to climb the tree with me,
How we enjoyed that racing game!

On a stronger branch I sat
My brother climbed the other
As Celia climbed I noticed that
Green caterpillars were all over!

I jumped off that tree so fast
And my brother followed suit
Celia tried to get off,  alas!
A caterpillar stuck to her foot.

She held to a branch in fear
Her hand crushed the green thing there
With a scream she let go,  oh dear!
She fell on her back with a holler!

Her grandma came rushing over
As we laughed at the silly crying
But out came our angry Mother
And we were in for a big scolding.

Looking back I have my regret
I have not been able to say 'Sorry'
My friend was one I will never forget
So for her,  I write this little story.









Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
Composed May 4, 2008

Reviews

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. beautifully written and narrated ... your message is such a profound one ... i do believe too that we must express ourselves and not internalize something that's bothering us ... i think the fact that you wrote for her shows how much you care about her ...

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank ,me. - I had connection with her on facebook lately :-)

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. oh, that's wonderful ... and ... you're very welcome :) ...