He Is

by Lu   Jan 8, 2011


Such a cantankerous
fellow he is.
A teenager,
with a sharp tongue yet
still growing into his voice.

I know someday his tongue
will slash his ankles
and he will fall
to my -
eye level.

Yet in the meantime ...

I find myself
staring into the fountain
of youth.
Sacrificing my maturity,
to travel back decades
to remember exactly what
my immaturity looked like.

Yet I can't seem to find it,
perhaps -
because the well has dried
from all the hot air ...

he blows

A quickie for Jane's word of the day thread
Word : cantankerous

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  • 13 years ago

    by Cindy

    Luanne
    Love the piece. How many times I wnated to say as my son grew. "Someday you will have one just like you and then you will know how I feel" I remember my mom saying the same exact words to me....LOL...and one day they will and then remember those times when they thought they were grown and knew everything.
    Great job!
    Love Cindy

  • 13 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    Well you opened the poem well I liked the last two stanzas the best

    "I find myself
    staring into the fountain
    of youth.
    Sacrificing my maturity,
    to travel back decades
    to remember exactly what
    my immaturity looked like.

    Yet I can't seem to find it,
    perhaps -
    because the well has dried
    from all the hot air ...

    he blows"

    really well put! and a good way to end the poem.

    5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by debbylyn

    This is great! So descriptive of the youth our babies become and ours that we lose! Little do they know someday they too will become "their parents" staring at their own "cantankerous" youths!...and watch out for pay backs! Good job!

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