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He doesn’t care
about your blue, silk dress
embellished with flowers
or all the hours you spent
on your makeup.
He doesn’t care
about your heart
of bone china –
it is soft sand
between his fingers.
You love baseball now
and classic rock.
You love his shaggy hair.
Life is beautiful.
He loves too.
He loves the pink
between your thighs.
I wish I could
save you from him.
13 comments:
Love the central metaphor of this piece! Good job!
you captured the situation really well. Excellent.
I have three daughters and I said the same thing to them--only not as well
Been there! Raising a teenage daughter is so scary! I'm glad she's grown up now, but I have a granddaughter! Yikes! It never ends.
sad and true...
This was an amazing and heartfelt poem... bravo.
Well said.
Yes, you did a good job here, I especially like the juxtaposition of male/female viewpoints. Great imagery.
great ending to an interesting piece! i know the feeling...having raised a daughter. now, what is a mother to think about when her son is that age? (which mine is nearing!). eek!
I'm really feeling the uncertainty and precariousness here. "Young love" is such a misnomer. Attraction, lust, curiosity... more rarely love, but so enthusiastically, unquestioningly accepted as such (says the thirty-something, who remembers it all too well).
Very well done!
Lovely writing with great images too and I am right there with you on this topic. I just posted a similar piece on my blog a week ago.
Enjoyed reading your blog.
Smiles!
This poem needs to be in the back pack of every middle and high school girl! It is a truth, for sure. Wonderfully written!!!
Mama Lisa
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