My Earliest Memory*

My Earliest Memory*
 
I was a baby.
It was Spring or maybe Fall.
I was in Georgia.
The wind was blowing.
It sounded like it was sad.
I could hear my cat meowing.
My Mom put me in bed for a nap.
And there was a tap tap at my window.
But it was just a branch
hitting the windowpane.
I can remember the little things.
 
Jennifer, Age 7, Meadow Elementary
*One of my “earliest memories” as a teaching artist, a seven year old girl with all that sensuous imagery in her head taught me that if you want to elicit poems from children, you just have to ask, and then pay attention.

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