His Family welcomes me with open arms. <br /> <br />for my intiation, i get a white robe, a new name <br />a pass to all potluck feasts and communal sing alongs <br />A red book with my name on it and <br />the guaratee of getting my name <br />actually into <br />into! ! <br />the book of Life <br />(if i manage to keep my nose clean.) <br /> <br />I learn all the cheers. I can sing like an angel. <br />My mother is proud of my new associations and i <br />start to primly cross my legs inside the building which <br />i inhabit at least five times a week for all <br />posted activities. <br /> <br />There is no mention of my questionable background <br />or my penchant for asking the wrong <br />question at the wrong <br />time. seeing as i come with a <br />direct reccomendation from the lord and liege himself <br />and <br />all. <br /> <br />all my little flaws, so prominent before now, <br />have been erased. <br />(or at least stored in the archives in case they <br />are needed later.) <br />Yes. <br />I have arrived. <br /> <br />One day, as i am leaving to walk home, <br />he is waiting outside, <br />leaning against the bike, <br />looking miserable. <br /> <br />oh, hi, i say. <br />sorry i haven't called, <br />but your folks have kept me <br />really really busy. <br /> <br />he glances up. <br /> <br />'you know', he says quietly, <br /> <br />flicking <br />his hair <br />out of his eyes, <br />running his hand down the warm motor casing, <br /> <br />'When i asked you to ride? <br />this wasn't exactly <br />what i had in mind'.<br /><br />Sarita Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-i-thought-he-meant/
