We were childhood playmates <br />Way back in the late fifties <br />She was sort of a retardate, <br />We children were not aware of this. <br /> <br />One day we climbed a guava tree <br />And Celia (that's her name) <br />Tried to climb the tree with me <br />How we enjoyed that racing game! <br /> <br />On a stronger branch I sat <br />My brother climbed the other <br />As Celia climbed I noticed that <br />Green caterpillars were all over! <br /> <br />I jumped off that tree so fast <br />And my brother followed suit <br />Celia tried to get off, alas! <br />A caterpillar stuck to her foot. <br /> <br />She held to a branch in fear <br />Her hand crushed the green thing there <br />With a scream she let go, oh dear! <br />She fell on her back with a holler! <br /> <br />Her grandma came rushing over <br />As we laughed at the silly crying <br />But out came our angry Mother <br />And we were in for a big scolding. <br /> <br />Looking back I have my regret <br />I have not been able to say 'Sorry' <br />My friend was one I will never forget <br />So for her, I write this little story.<br /><br />Cynthia BuhainBaello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-caterpillars-and-childhood/
