i see
those girls
your age
lurking around the local tim hortons
and my heart feels sick
as i listen to them curse jagged profanity
and cringe at their harsh giggles
and poorly done makeup....
and i think of you.
{my soft and sweet, my fuzzy peach cheeked...}
i hate to think of you
as hard
or jaded...
brittle
and mean.
those girls that look as tough as nails
but you know would shatter like glass
make my heart sink.
and i grieve for your fuzzy peach cheeks
as i compliment
your thick new mascara
that obscures your soft blue eyes
and you silently love me behind your teenage disguise.
I love how blogs bring people together, don't you? GK Girl is a friend of mine with a lovely blog. This poem really spoke to my mother's heart. For more of her poetry, visit her here at Geek Inc.
33 comments:
Any mother of a daughter can identify! Wonderful!
I have not been a mother, but have felt this, as an aunt, many times...very heartfelt poem.
Yes. Me, too. I just pray that some of those girls are soft inside and just not yet touched by God's good grace of his calling their heart. I sorrow that they do not yet see.
Wow, that poem says it all, a mother's wish and fear, her hope to hold on to innocence a bit longer. Thanks for sharing it.
I remember. The hardness belies a fear of not fitting in, not knowing who you are. I wouldn't go back to those days for love nor money but I know they shaped me into the woman I am so they are a necessary evil.
xo
if only a lot of mother's can really understand this ... and daughters too.
it's always the hard lessons.
.very heartfelt poem.
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your blog is so lovely! thank you for sharing the poetry, it was so nice to get a little piece of beauty this morning :)
The heart for our young girls ... powerful poem.
For years I worked in a downtown office and when I took the bus home I always found the young girls swore why more than the boys the same age. It was always the case. Sad....
beautiful piece, goes right to the heart of the matter and a mother. "those girls that look as tough as nails but you know would shatter like glass" very insightful.
I must go check out her blog, thanks
xo
The process of daughters coming to age is so delicate and fearful.
hi relyn, i am looking at the possibility of arranging some visits to US elementary schools, and was wondering if you could help. could you please email me - brownbutterfly@live.co.uk.
OH, how do we survive this! Our little girls when they move into this part of life.
What a beautiful poem, thank you for sharing her work with us!
oh -- this gets me right in the heart -- those are the toughest years. your daughter is so very lucky to have a mamma that truly gets the social psychology of these years. I bet you are a fantastic, empathetic listener.
I loved receiving your comment (as always) -- they are always so filled with thought, kindness and love.
Thank you:)
xo
It would be nice if all could understand this at the same time. take care. very touching.
This kills me - I have a 16 going on 17 year old and I've been there and done that. Thankfully she came out the other side relatively unscathed.
Thanks for your nice comments on my photos! You are so nice, Relyn.
xo Erin
Oh, this is a heavy one, Relyn, beautiful, but heavy. I wouldn't go back to my teen years eithr. So happy in my 30's. I have a young niece on the cusp of teenagedom, and wonder how these years will go for her. Interesting to see... Happy Day, Relyn ((HUGS))
That last line is especially beautiful. And I liked the words chosen for "curse jagged profanity" - cutting and broken, like all the fragile sharp glass imagery in the poem.
0h that every child had someone to grieve for them!!! its such a special job we have, of nurturing!!! & how well you do it Relyn, its something i admire about your life & blogposts so!!! such special thoughts
Love this poem. It speaks so many truths that youth fail to recognize. Well written. You have a wonderful way with poetry.
Thank you so much for stopping by. Have a beautiful week. =)
it is straight to a mothers heart here ..
this is breathtaking.
and i adore GK Girl, just adore her.
sending love to you~
xo
Hi Relyn,
Boys can smoke and curse and try to be macho but girls also have fashion and makeup and that can add a whole new dimension!
Beautiful verse here. I've found that with each passing year in my chldren's lives, layers are added that enrich our relationship. We're always growing, together.
Hi Relyn,
Thanks for the comments today! I did create that Paris piece in the side bar...It was fun to do...I am trying to keep reminding myself of the things I want later so I don't spend all my money on the things I want in the now! :)
I love this poem. Thinking of having (hopefully) a daughter in the next couple of years and this was touching...
Have a great Week!
xo
Andrea
heartbreaking.....
I love this
Big hugs
Painfully haunting! Picture is perfect for this post. You are such a master at presentation. I so love you dear.
love this!
you always have such wonderful poetry to share with us. i so enjoy it.
one love.
Oh this poem made me sad (not that I needed any help in THAT department)...but I loved it anyway- hope that makes sense!
Oh these words are so true.
The harder someone looks on the outside, the more breakable they are on the inside.
You couldn't pay me to be a teenager again.
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