I carried a knife to school!
And no one checked it out.
There was....NO threat intended...
Was NOT for 'show'...or 'clout.'
We ALL had knives...and I got mine
When I was...maybe...six.
(Was used to sharpen pencils...and
Make whistles out of sticks.)
We'd do a little carving
On the seesaw...or a tree.
The 'hearts'...with their initials
Were there for ALL to see.
One said that "Bob loves Mary"...
Or "Jimmy S. loves Bea,"
So I joined in...with hoping
That SOMEONE cared for ME!
I carved a heart...that boldly said
"H. P. Loves W. F."
And when the...teasing...reached my ears
I ACTED...as if...deaf!
The tree's long gone...But mem'ries last
Of how I hurt....and cried...
The day I learned...(when we were nine)
My W. F. had died.
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