Sophia White

Rookie - 3 Points ('90 / America)

Milliner's Boy - Poem by Sophia White

Day by day he sat – a lone boy –
Lost - in the smooth face of the shop window –
Where his father made our hats.
He spoke little – that boy – and played less
He was – they say – a loner
A friend of birds – and cats –
I often passed the boys – at play
In the streets with their bats and balls
And in their shouting – my pulse beat fast
Their exuberance permeating my soul –
A drummer’s beat, a marching song
That race to win - to not be last
I’d want to be Best too – the Top
I wanted to Win – Beat – Face
To jump in the river - swim the other way
And then I would pass the boy – quiet
Sitting with his heels together – his eyes downcast
His face – not quite as gay
His thoughts elsewhere – I knew not where
Deeper – stronger – brighter perhaps
He did not need to speak –
I heard his message clear among the noise
The mongers – the wives – the dogs
My spirit stilled – Ambition turned weak
In the face of one so mild – so meek
And I would go on – down the street

Comments about Milliner's Boy by Sophia White

  • (5/14/2006 10:04:00 PM)

    This is one wonderful poem. Sensitive, oh yes, and assertive... as you speak of your own surging competitive nature. And the last line causes a frisson.
    I admired this very much.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 8, 2006

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