Shirt Shenanigans
The morning was typical.
This
day same as most.
I’d
be heading off to school
Amongst
friends, engrossed.
Ten
minute meditation
High
vibes all around.
Innards
tingling all throughout
I’m
happy, safe, sound.
We
wear uniforms to school.
T’
is what it will be.
Some
friends say it’s oppressive;
Not
worth energy.
My
T-shirts are all cotton.
Feel
good ‘gainst my skin.
They’re
snug, clean and tightly fit-
A
hug felt within.
It’s
my turn in the bathroom
Toothbrush
is turned on.
My
shirt’s not feeling quite right.
I
yank-Jeez! Doggone!
I comb my hair, wash my
face.
Sunblock goes on next.
Breakfast’s on-should be
waiting.
Shirt is surely hexed!
After bounding down the
stairs,
Shirt I twist and tug.
Why, oh why, won’t it fit
right?
Should fit like a hug.
I’ve made it to the table,
Mom sees I’m not still.
I eat, drink and talk a bit.
Both hope I don’t spill.
Mom’s asking me some
questions
Helps me problem solve.
Is the problem with my
clothes?
When did this evolve?
“Maybe your body’s growing?
Need a bigger size?
Just run upstairs and switch
the shirt.”
Swift, quick compromise.
Mom made a good suggestion,
But I do not head.
Finish eating this good food
Then I may concede.
I scarf down my last bite
Dad walks through the door.
“Well, look, now, who has
joined us.
You aren’t just folklore.”
What did he say? Talking to?
We all look around.
Sister gasps and eyes get
wide
No one makes a sound.
Perched upon my shoulder
Look of shy dismay
A small orange dragon-she’s
stuck
Cannot pull away!
She and wing a bit too close
When I pulled on shirt.
Usually she’ll swoop and
duck
She nor I get hurt.
Mom cannot see my dragon
Wing stuck in collar.
More intrigued and not too
scared
I did not holler.
So, sister reaches over
Small tug to unbind.
Dragon’s free and flies
around
Glad she’s un-confined.
Gratitude fills me again.
Dragon is my guide.
I’m loved and I’m escorted
In life’s great joy ride.
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