97: Memo to the Former Child Prodigy by Susan Terris


by the age of nine     you knew everything     tra-la
had met two Presidents     tra-la     could explain pi

memorize Shakespeare soliloquies
or checkmate anyone blind-folded     child’s play

violin     oboe     harpsichord     duplicate bridge
so what     then     was left to do

cut corners     fit in     marry someone
polish silver     slap your children     or go back

back to one     tra-la     then two and so forth
‘til you learn to love all that blooms in the spring

 

This poem can be found in the volume, Memos.

Think about how the poem made you feel. Do you wish the world better saw your prodigy? Have you considered that even the very brightest among us still live and struggle  in the same world we all do?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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