So unlikely yet so likely,
I looked again to see what I thought was an illusion.
In the tent sat the boy who hated girls
He played his hand, joined in the laughter
I was amazed as he gave women a hard time
His female teachers disliked him with a passion.
So unlikely yet so pleasing,
I looked again to see what I thought was an illusion.
He looked up as if he saw no problem,
The girls called on him to deal
His joy was obvious, his face alight with acceptance,
There was a soft side to him after all.
So unlikely yet so satisfying,
I looked again to see what I thought was an illusion.
On return to school, he was a different boy
He appeared relaxed as if a burden had been removed
He was confident, more personable
His female teachers saw and delighted in the new him.
So unlikely yet so affirming,
I looked again to see what I thought was an illusion.
Written for: https://helenevaillant.com/2019/02/05/what-do-you-see-feb-5-2019/
Morpethroad 
Brilliant! Lovely poem.
Thanks Sadje appreciate your lovely comment
You’re welcome 😊
Acceptance changes a boy. I love it so Michael.
Thanks Helene
Pleasure is all mine Michael.
Like that refrain; it seems to give the poem a mysterious air 🙂
Ah good I’m glad you saw that.
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