When I was in Junior High <br />A term for Middle School in a time gone by <br />My Mother bought me a briefcase of pink <br />Although I loved it, I was worried what others would think <br />It gave the kids a reason to poke fun <br />Carrying a pink briefcase, I was the only one. <br />So I’d leave home briefcase in hand then hide it under a tree <br />Because I did not want the kids to make fun of me. <br />Someone tore off the handle and made me mad <br />The ruined briefcase made my Mother sad. <br />Kids still made fun of me anyway <br />As I walked to school day after day <br />I was young and weak then <br />Teenage life was hard without a friend. <br />Those days were difficult and long <br />But they built character and made me strong. <br />A life’s lesson was taught <br />By the pink briefcase my Mother bought. <br />I learned to walk in my own shoes <br />And live my life as I’d choose. <br />Many years of time have passed. <br />Is that our grandson’s girlfriend? My husband asked <br />I can’t tell, they all look and dress the same <br />The only thing different about them is their name <br />I can’t distinguish one girl from another. <br />Too bad she’d never been given a pink briefcase by her Mother!<br /><br />Nancy Chambers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pink-briefcase/
