on my daughter's Girl Scout vest
(a kitten for "Making Friends,"
a giraffe for "My Best
Self"), I remember my worst
day in the uniform;
a silly field trip fuss
that loosed a swarm
of baby queen bees
testing the strength of their stings
on a humbler heart of the hive.
The poor thing
screamed and fought and cried
till her hair ripped loose from her braid
and her arms and face were streaked red
with scratches and marks made
by small, but hardened hands -
one of them mine.
Not my best self.
Not that time.
For Kerry's Flashback prompt at Real Toads