The story behind the poem
to confess: the child was not unknown to me. He was the youngest child
of a neighbor and he had sparkling brown eyes and an infectious
laugh. I guess he must have been about three. I was fifteen (the age
at which I wrote this poem) and I used to play with him, his older
brother, my younger brother and sometimes his sisters. I was his
partner when we played hide-and-seek in the meadow behind our houses,
since he was too young to understand what he was supposed to do. I
would hold his hand and run with him through the long grass, then,
hidden behind a tree or bush, would distract him to make sure he
didn't betray our whereabouts. I was enchanted by the feeling of
promise which I sensed in this young life, although it was my mother
who suggested the prism image.
by Damaris West
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