Wednesday, February 13
Uninspired, ordinary, or utilitarian, rather than being imaginative.
After rereading the poems, I had to admit that she was right – they were embarrassingly banausic and trite. I still think it was kind of a harsh thing for my first-grade teacher to tell me, though.
My Puppy Pete
My puppy Pete is my very best friend
And he’ll stay that way ‘til the bitter end-
Which Mommy said is coming soon,
“His train to Heaven leaves Friday at noon.”
Thursday, February 14
“I lied about Pete, son. We put him to sleep because he peed on my fur. So don’t write any more awful poems about him. Yes, I lied about Dog Heaven, too.”
- My Mom, That Saturday
|Jamaica, my long-gone (in Dog Heaven, I hope) all-time, puppy fave.|