6: Fifteen,
1956, by Beverly Cleary (1916–)
This book
was fairly new the year
I (sneaking)
checked it out.
I sneaked
because I feared my friends
Would find
what I’m about.
It was my
early high school years
When I first
read Fifteen,
And, as I
have revealed above,
I wished not
to be seen
In company
with such a book—
“For
girls”—that was the rap—
Which
subsequently I well would learn
Was just a
load of crap.
The story of
a teen romance—
It suffered
a near-break.
But soon the
whole thing all worked out—
It was a
mere mistake
That nearly
upset apple carts
All over
their romance.
But Stan
(the guy!) was true to her—
And thus
completes the dance.
I read it
once again, I’ll say,
Some decades
after this.*
And there it
was—as I recalled—
That first
romantic kiss!
*for my
memoir Turning Pages: A Memoir of Books
and Libraries and Loss (Kindle Direct, 2012)
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