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To My Shirley Temple
by Chris Sorrenti
for Cindy J
Sometimes your honesty scares me
maybe that’s why I know Love
while others act all around
you see through their disguise
setting them straight without upset
and though maybe physically shorter than most
all who come into contact with you
soon see your real size
Like the master of ceremonies
at some stuffy ball
or three ring lion tamer
you crack your whip
snapping us to attention
a constant source of amazement
carrying the show like a seasoned professional
yet sweet as a little girl
© 1978
revised © 2015
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02/23/2015 Author's Note: An earlier incarnation of this poem was published in the community newspaper, Outreach Connection, Toronto, Canada, August-September 2003. With thanks to I.B. Iskov.
Posted on 02/23/2015
Copyright © 2025 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/24/15 at 07:23 PM Chris, I've come back to this one several times. Really a well done analogy, and who doesn't know and smile at the thought of Shirley Temple. Cindy J. sounds like she was a keeper. Thanks! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/24/15 at 09:29 PM a wonderful voyage on the good ship Lollipop, Chris...and I agree with Kristina: Cindy J. sounds like a keeper! |
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