Genre Reflection #2: Letters

                                Letters

F

“Forget it,” he says- like he won’t even try

                                                But I know him better than that.

                                                                                “Let’s work this out together.”

D

There’s pride. He does not say it

                                                And there is no need.

                                                                                “Let’s see if we can do better.”

C

“Holy shit!” he cries- and I can’t scold his language;

                                                He has learned more than words-

                                                                                “Great! Think you can get a B?”

B

“I did it!” he shouts- a proud gleam in his eye;

                                                There is confidence in his ability.

                                                                                “I always knew you could.”

A

Stunned silence. Disbelief? He questions my grading

                                                But I didn’t need to go easy.

                                                                                “You did it on your own.”