That Moment 1959 Warm-laden mid-west humidity, the oak’s broad canopy evening outdoor gala party lights shimmer My older brother, finally, his friend I’ve longed to meet slender, wavy black hair wanting fingers to play— his inviting soft lips that smile searching gaze I feel seen But flat-chested, fourteen I watch his gaze slide toward others his age Seed sown, for years I have eyes for no other
Very memorable indeed. In today's world, I'm glad to hear of an older boy not showing interest in a 14 year old girl! I had a crush on one of my brother's friends, too.
Here's the part I didn't put in the poem--a couple of years later, he "had" to get married because he got one of my classmates pregnant.... I was, of course, heartbroken. And my mother didn't take my feeling seriously at all.
Me, too--but it's sixty-five years ago, and I've recovered. She wasn't a great mom for me though. She hated that I was on a spiritual path (she and my father raving atheists), in no way supported my artistic endeavors. She wanted me to turn out just like her! NO WAY for me. Not enough heart. Too much concern about appearances. No depth.
However, she was generous, and gave me considerable financial support at times when my disabled son and I really needed it. And as a mother, I learned what not to do....
Very memorable indeed. In today's world, I'm glad to hear of an older boy not showing interest in a 14 year old girl! I had a crush on one of my brother's friends, too.
Here's the part I didn't put in the poem--a couple of years later, he "had" to get married because he got one of my classmates pregnant.... I was, of course, heartbroken. And my mother didn't take my feeling seriously at all.
Ugh. Well that is not a happy update. I’m sorry about your mom not understanding.
Me, too--but it's sixty-five years ago, and I've recovered. She wasn't a great mom for me though. She hated that I was on a spiritual path (she and my father raving atheists), in no way supported my artistic endeavors. She wanted me to turn out just like her! NO WAY for me. Not enough heart. Too much concern about appearances. No depth.
However, she was generous, and gave me considerable financial support at times when my disabled son and I really needed it. And as a mother, I learned what not to do....