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The Summer Of Her Awakening 1989
By Peter Christopher Raymond
Copyright 2013
At the slam of the door she switched the lamp on
And yelled to her mum "DID YOU PICK UP THE TAMPONS?!"
Streched legs on the bed and bare feet on the sheets
In stone-washed denim shorts restless from the heat
Reaches for her walkman and an issue of 'Seventeen'
Primped to perfection, well-poised and pristine
Stares intently at the pages looking mildly astonished
Wondering how she might coax her mum to buy her nail polish
While Richard Marx seems to smirk from her wall
Behind an assortment of Barbie dolls
"HEY, MUM, COULD YOU POSSIBLY DO ME A FAVOR?'
She uttered so softly as her consciousness wavered
"What? I brought you some ice cream- your favorite flavor!"
"YEAH, THEN BOYS WILL HAVE EVEN MORE OF ME TO SAVOR."
"Now stop it right now for I will hear none of that!"
"SURE, BUT WHO IS GONNA LOVE ME ALL BLEMISHED AND FAT?'
"Honey, what have I done to deserve this attack?!"
"YOU'RE RIGHT, MUM; LET'S SNUGGLE, EAT CHOCOLATE AND CHAT."
What happened to summers, swimming and s'mores?
She silently left the bag by the door.
As dawn filled the house she emerged from her room
With a glance toward the floor her heart was consumed
Suddenly smiling with her spirit ecstatic
The tampons enfolded in baby blue fabric
Descending so gently to the kitchen below
With an awkward grin and a tender glow
"MOMMY, IT'S SUCH A PRETTY BLUE BLOUSE."
"Well, you needed a reason to get out of the house."
Embracing her strongly and nuzzling her hair
Clearing the air of care and despair
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oh, this is just great for us
oh, this is just great for us over 50... love it!! yes, the imagery is divine. you must be a 'big brither', Pete. lol
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you very much! I think
Thank you very much! I think subconciously I based it on my little cousin Traci. She was a few years younger and a real child of the eighties. She had Pound Puppies [ Remember those? ] and a 'Jem' doll. And at fourteen she was suddenly almost as tall as I was at twenty.