Culture

Poetry Corner: Fourteen

By Richard Wallace

The moon was full tonight.

I could see it from my

bedroom window;

so round and beautiful.

***

It went so well

with the sound

of the wind

in the trees, so soft.

***

That’s not why

I couldn’t sleep.

I am fourteen years old

and I am in love.

***

The boy I love

is sixteen years old.

That seems like an eternity.

He doesn’t know me.

***

He doesn’t know

who I am, what I am,

not my name,

what I believe and care about.

***

He is two grades

ahead of me.

That seems like light years

I suppose.

***

This is all

so very new to me.

I’ve never been in love,

never, not even a little.

***

I’ve never kissed

a boy.

I’ve hardly even slow danced,

not with bodies touching.

***

I told my mother

about this boy.

She said I was too young.

She dismissed me.

***

My mother let me down.

I wanted to talk to her

about love.

I guess she wasn’t ready.

***

I haven’t told

even my closest friends.

I’m afraid

they would laugh at me.

***

I am so confused

I could cry.

I am only fourteen years old

and I am in love.

Moon by Fiona Driver 1

Moon image by Fiona Driver


 

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5 replies »

  1. You’ve done it again, Richard – such understanding…………….

    “My mother let me down.

    I wanted to talk to her

    about love.

    I guess she wasn’t ready.”

    The mother is fearful – the girl needs an auntie.
    You are a word-smith.

    Like

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