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Ode to a Teenager

October 9, 2011

The shards of clay muttered under your breath

Pierce the vessels gripping mine.

I hold fast to a calmness I

No longer personify.

To wish such restraint would be at my side

And wrap me with gentle arms

Seems futile when by seconds I’m touched

By your tongue-formed darts to my soul.

Withdraw, push forward, pull back, lean in

There is no perfect way.

I spin myself a dozen times

To see which way I land.

You spin me ’round with laughing eyes

To see if I will stand.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. October 9, 2011 10:33 pm

    As the mother of a teenager, I love this!

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