[written from the perspective of an honored girl scout- based on a newspaper article.]
Oh boy!
Wiping my sweaty palms
on my Sunday dress
I catch my reflection
in my shiny good shoes.
I am red as a beat-
which really, are purple,
and Ana quivers beside me.
I clutch her pudgy hand
and grin for the flashbulbs
until stars dot my eyes.
A tall man speaks, squalling as a
pelican as I adjust my sash-
glimmering and glinting
in the stage light
with badges.
Pelican man says my name
real loud and drapes the
heavenly medal across my
body to the sound
of thundering applause
spilling out the sides
of the VFW hall.
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