A-tro-ci-tee/ Tor-tour/ Pri-zun - Lucia Robinson
In first grade at five I was unhappy
because my friend Susan made Rabbit
while I was only a Squirrel (which
was one step up from Chipmunk).
My father determined Dick and Jane
was being taught by Sight, so
most evenings he took me on his
knee with the Chicago Tribune
and taught me Phonics with headlines.
I guess he didn’t think it odd
that I was sounding out words like
atrocities, torture, prison camps—
after all, men in dungarees
and blue shirts with POW painted
large across their backs were
working under guard on nearby roads.
I remembered the words, and
the cool graze of the gold stripes
on his uniform sleeve against
my cheek. In two weeks
I made Rabbit.
“Run, Spot, Run!”
Tags: Words of Wisdom from Some of Our Favorite Readings (June 2022)