Sunday, July 24, 2011

Denim and Lace



Lipstick and posters

Of heroes hanging on the wall

Tantrums and traumas

Teenagers have them all


Tears of hesitation

Unsure of every step

Fear of friends rejection

No time for regret


Make-up and clothes

Shed like skin on the floor

One moment a child in my arms

Emotions on alert, never felt before


Phone calls and Facebook

Secret giggles in the hall

The music of life raps sweetly

A time to try it all


Perfume and denim

Its hard to keep pace

The wingless flight of a cygnet

painted on a childs face


Late nights and parties

The call of the wild

Amid the angst of these changes

You are no longer a child.

3 comments:

laurie said...

beautiful!

HORIZON said...

I really liked this poem ;)

Teri C said...

So beautiful and poignant.