(c) 2015
I’ve finally begun throwing them away;
the grade school report card where Teacher
gave me a failing grade and commented
that I was working to the best of my ability.
The recommendation letter
that colored me so poorly it was useless.
The one bad performance evaluation I kept
as though it were the only true assessment.
And the diaries stretching back to junior high.
What I’m looking for is no longer there.
Whatever makes me sad now is not about that child.
She could never be as bright, as beautiful,
as gifted as I would like her to be.
There is no changing her now. She was all she could be.
I’m sure she was enough.
the grade school report card where Teacher
gave me a failing grade and commented
that I was working to the best of my ability.
The recommendation letter
that colored me so poorly it was useless.
The one bad performance evaluation I kept
as though it were the only true assessment.
And the diaries stretching back to junior high.
What I’m looking for is no longer there.
Whatever makes me sad now is not about that child.
She could never be as bright, as beautiful,
as gifted as I would like her to be.
There is no changing her now. She was all she could be.
I’m sure she was enough.
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