Oh, That Brunette Braided Child Poem by Panagiota Romios

Oh, That Brunette Braided Child



Oh, not a bad little girl!
But even at aged ten, when something did not feel right
with her....
She simply refused to do it!

This time it was learning part-
singing.
The tall nun in black and white
with rosary beads clanging,
Stomped angrily before her!

But the girl in braids bit her lips.
Refusing to sing "Alto"...
Keeping her eye on the clock.
"Two minutes of three"thought
she.
"And I will win, " they will see!

The smiling clock, chuckled and
struck, three!
The girl in braids, got her coat,
ran into the snowy outside.
There, picked up and hugged
by her loving, Daddy!
The snowflakes stuck to her
eyebrows as she held onto his
strong, fatherly neck.

" God is so good, " thought she.
And from that wintry day on, she has
always been her own person.
Jubilant~ in honoring her own
individuality.
Running through life to this very
day, ever so happy and freely!

November 20,2019

Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: father,independence,joy,school,snow
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