I woke in evening <br />no idea of time_ <br />three years old_ <br />unknowing place <br />in world <br />in family. <br /> <br />Socially shy, backward, <br />cold, picked up pink <br />blanket_cloaked self <br />securely, walk through dim kitchen <br />push open lounge-room door_ <br />surprised audience_ <br />Mother and two big brothers <br />who cried, <br />“It’s the man <br />in the pink blanket! ” <br /> <br />Felt excited and exited_ <br />to stage entrance to <br />lounge-room light <br />again and again <br />to same refrain_ <br />“It’s the man in <br />the pink blanket! ” <br /> <br />Loved attention that night, <br />from that day on <br />have always sought it. <br /> <br />Pink_is the colour_ <br />of blushing, quivering, excitement. <br />Pink_is the colour_ <br />of Ham.<br /><br />Pete Dowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-of-an-attention-seeker/
