
Look at you
On the verge of womanhood
You hold yourself with poise and control
But the wild child still peeks through
A bittersweet reflection
My own teen years
Free spirited and fearless
But I do not wish that trouble upon you
Unrelenting desire for attention
A need to please others
The wrong kind of people it attracts
A whirlwind depositing distrust and alienation
It has all worked out fine
But the past lingers just under the surface
Peeking through like the child
I see when I look at you
W3 Prompt #143: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week Tia, prompts us to write on the theme of “bittersweet, painful, or unsettling aspects of the past and its hold on the present” in the form of a “square.”
A very moving and relatable poem Jennifer
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Thank you, Sadje! 😊
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You are welcome
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Very beautiful Jennifer, so moving, too! Wonderful words and poem! ❤
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Thank you, Carol Anne! 😊
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What a very relatable poem Jen ❤️
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Thank you, Mich! 😊
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Jenn, the tenderness with which you reflect on your daughter’s journey, while acknowledging your own, is poignant. I feel the complexity of that bittersweet longing.
Much love,
David
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Thank you, David! 😊
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Having never raised children, I cannot say I relate, but I will offer, the foreshadow of just such a scenario was influential in my decision not to raise children. I hardly think both of us would have lived through it. Beautiful piece of work.
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Thank you, Violet! I can certainly understand your decision.
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Beautiful reflections.
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Thank you, Jude! 😊
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Moving and evocative ❤️
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Thank you, Lesley! 😊
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hi, Jenn 😃
just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the amazing Jaideep Khanduja, is now live:
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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