I remember when I was, at last, able
to understand why, out of courtesy,
Thanksgivings placed me at the children's table
so as not to disrupt the conversation
shared by adults in the family;
because of a lack of education
and experience required for participation.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
Prior to kindergarten, this seating arrangement offended me. Once I entered kindergarten, and began to learn basic, civilized courtesies, I understood the general principle. By the time I was seven, I noticed that my adolescent cousin still remained with us (ostensibly to supervise the table's processes). As she was, consistently each year, clad in a miniskirt, tan stockings (with reinforced toes), and deliberate shoelessness, I found that the adults' conversation, at their table, was no longer of interest to me. :) (She went on to earn a PhD, and MD, and a JD; her scholarly acumen as profound as her beauty, especially when unshod.)
And lest anyone chide me for an incestuous thought, being an adopted orphan, I shared no blood or DNA with her or either side of her family.
haha - appreciate that last
haha - appreciate that last note below your write (though, at such a young age, one could be forgiven anyway).
I do feel like we all, at certain moments, can learn from this set up. At certain times, we are each mere children on a topic, if that. Perhaps that is your message?
Yes, especially as regards
Yes, especially as regards certain comments made recently at postpoems, lol. And yes, I enjoyed writing the explanatory note much more than the poem itself. Thanks for the very observant comment.
Starward