Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday: Handwriting (posted by Kim881)
It was hate at first sight. My overbearing, heavily perfumed,
steely-haired fifth grade teacher hated my handwriting. It wasn’t
that I could not write in script. This woman wanted perfect
handwriting. She never let up, and I never could pen letters
in the precise way she wanted them.
My sister, six years my junior, had the misfortune to have
the same teacher. The first thing this woman said to her,
“Well, I hope you have better penmanship than you sister.”
To this day, most people have difficulty deciphering
my block letters. I only use cursive when a signature is required.
eager dog waits
frisbee sails through summer air–