The Hazards of Growing UP

14 Nov 2009 Leave a Comment

by Saint In Training in Poetry Tags: Childhood, Dreams, Girl, Grow, Hazard, Hope, Love, Marriage, Ocean, poem, Poet, Poetry, Romance, Story, Write, Writer

Once I was a little girl, but no more.

I spent time dreaming of love on a golden shore.

Marriage and love and all that shines,

are swept away by the waves of time.

 

Day by day, pretty baubles – shells

and rocks smoothed by time,

remind me of my need to be loved

with a love, so sublime.

 

The smell of salt, the feel of ice, comes with

those cold waves and underneath the scent

I smell the loss of my innocence.

 

Once I was a little girl, but no more.

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