Perfectly Paris

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I first was introduced to Paris
Through a book about a girl
Who went to Monet’s garden.

                                                                                             
I loved the idea of seeing the waterlilies, 
But did not like the book itself.
I wished I was The Girl.

The next time I met a bit of France
Was when friends of ours had
A French-speaking foreign exchange student.

She read a poem to us in French
And the words wrapped around the room, enveloping me.
It sounded like another way to sing.

A couple of years later, I started learning French myself.
As both my parents had studied it and crossed the ocean to practice,
It seemed only natural that I should learn too.

Ballet classes had made me familiar
With certain French words
And I was excited to learn more. 

Finally, just a few months ago,
A dear friend of mine visited Paris
And did the next best thing to taking me with her— she brought me a hat.

I wore my hat whenever we left the house
And enjoyed the idea of having something from Paris.
It felt like a delicious secret.

One cold day, coming out of the movie theater, a lady asked,
“Where did you get that hat?”
I told her that it was a gift from a friend— after all, Paris is far away.



But, then again, is it?

                                
                                        Merci, Anita, for organizing this Paris fun! ~ Megan