I clearly recall Vigus who was around eight Wearing a girl's dress climbing over their front gate His folks thought this apparel would keep him at home And discourage him from leaving their place to roam
When we played a game of marbles on the bare ground He would tuck the dress between his legs and stoop down This was in preparation for his turn to “pitch” So he could aim at the target without a hitch
His first language was a version of French patois Which he learned in his native island, St. Lucia When we first met and he spoke French patois to me I, not understanding, would nod approvingly
We made chocolate ice cream from sifted dirt and sand And sought someone to taste our own special brand He was my next door neighbour and as a young boy Playing together as children brought us great joy
socrates44OPSan Fernando, Trinidad and TobagoMay 20, 2017
Kathy
I am fine. Thanks for your comment.
I believe the term “cross dresser” is a modern terminology with certain connotations that may seem abnormal to some.
However, I think Vigus's folks were simply using this action as a means to try to keep him at home while they were out. I must say that I admired the way he would tuck the dress between his legs and stoop down when it was his turn to “pitch”.
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What a wonderful heart
Good man
God Bless
Soph
Kathy
I'm glad you appreciate the piece.
Thanks for your kind words.
my poet friend,
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Have a nice day.
I am fine. Thanks for your comment.
I believe the term “cross dresser” is a modern terminology with certain connotations that may seem abnormal to some.
However, I think Vigus's folks were simply using this action as a means to try to keep him at home while they were out.
I must say that I admired the way he would tuck the dress between his legs and stoop down when it was his turn to “pitch”.