Squeal of Delight

Dear Readers, 

I hope this little poem will either take you back in time to some sweet memory or maybe just remind you of how easy it is to make a person feel special. 

First Day

Walking across campus,

from thirty paces

I hear a soft squeal–

decibels mount steadily—

subtly changing,


as two college girls

walk toward one another;


four feet out

arms lift in unison;


three feet,

fingers dance,

tingle with anticipation;


two feet–

one foot–

seven inches




squeals crescendo–

full hug contact!

“You’re heeeere!”


                 by Claire Koehler

                  September 4, 2013


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