MeeAugraphie

For a change of pace:

48. Big Girl

and he no longer slapped her hand away
for she no longer reached
for that which she should not touch

“a big girl now,
my daughter is,”
he’d say to all nearby

“she can cook (toast with jam)
and leaves toilet paper on the roll
(she no longer uses it to boldly wrap
the tired old dog or mean old cat)”

“a big girl now,
my daughter is,”
he’d say to all nearby

“and proud of her,
I surely am,
though she refuses staunchly
to fetch my slippers
or race me to the car
for another ride”

“16 is too old,”
she said to me,
“to be a passenger
with the likes of thee!

now give me the keys
you promised me”

and, yes, he turned them over
along with admonishing words…
and a secret smile of pride

MeeAugraphie
02/25/09

Yes, I know, I made a mess of the punctuation in this… but life is about making mistakes and not making them, 99 percent of the poetry found within these pages is unedited after the fact, and very little is edited at all, though I usually do have punctuation done “my way”. This time, I was undecided on what “my way” was, so chose to post it anyway. These poems are written without forethought or planning, other than the first line being the last line of the previous one in my Poetry Tumble Series. Find out what prompted the first poem and view the journey to this poem by clicking on Poetry Tumble page at the top of this blog. Why not tumble your own series of poems? The great thing about it is when you have nothing to write about, you really do, just revisit the last poem and start writing.

EDIT: That’s not all I made a mess out of, this didn’t even have the line from the previous poem… Therefore, is not longer part of my Poetry Tumble, but merely a poem I like.

Tags: growing up, Poetry Tumble, Pride
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