PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

oh my bucolic, beloved, beautiful child
so very much of everything pure
gets revealed in your budding style
How I so envision the life you will dream
for yourself from this moment forward
Easter is a holiday but it's forever
spring you are running toward
the giddy heart of the teenage girl
to which nothing again ever compares
the dances, the laughter, the openness
morning never sleeps in your world
summer time still for you
is your grandest affair
crickets of chaos
dance drunkenly through your mind
What will I do?
Who will I be?
Where will I go?
does that new boy in math class love me?
I sure hope so.
It's utterly poignant to look back
with the hindsight I now possess
and suspect all those little chirping
moments that will make you sigh and
dream in insulated happiness
exploring your growing mind
in this ever widening world
as you learn to harness your power
to better focus on the woman you will
one day become
as she slowly moves away from
the safety of her girlhood
good luck 'Little Lady Cherub'
one's beauty is best brewed in the blood.............
(Nov. 2, 2011 117am)