Garrulous

My second grade teacher told my mother
when she asked how I did in class,
"She's  a chatterbox." What did that mean?
Did I speak of trivial matters or did I talk
continually? Did I babble, a magpie prattling,
a jabberer casting sounds. By third grade I
learned to hold my words, aware of the proper
place and time. No more idle natter.
Years later I fell in love with the back and forth
of talk, of ideas piggybacked on words spoken.
 I spent hours wrapped up in dialogue, content
to view the world on a  Möbius strip.


PAD Challenge
Prompt: select an adjective