Being that my entire teen-angst oevre has been publicly viewed for the past ten years, a constant reminder of forlorn teenage heartbreak, "it's just not fair"ness and the constant "picking up of pieces of my former self" and the "mirrors, mirrors, everywhere", etc.
It sucks to be "that girl who wrote all of those sucky love poems in CS4TS" so I'm going waaaaaaaaaay back. Inspired by the posts of Mrs. Fortune and Reluctant Housewife, I present the very first poem I wrote in first grade. Pre-angst. Pre-middle school. Pre-boys. Pre-puberty. Pre-everything. When life was simple and quiet and I had imaginary friends and a pet rat named, Kevin.
Bye: Rebecca W
The sky shines brite like candil lite.
the good things like the wings of horses,
That makes them all so grate and small and sends them a joyful day.
The moon is out like the trout
everything is sleepy
I think I saw a animile paw sounding like a saw
so if you ever see it watch out?
*spelling and punctuation authentic to piece.
Do you have a first poem? A teen-angsty piece to share? Is your child old enough to have their own? I'm MeMe/SheShe/HeHeING all y'all. Dust your diaries and spill the words... Word.
And in other more recent literary news, I finished my manuscript last week. Muchos gracias to this man. If any of you are looking for an editor... The great American novel, anyone? The great universal parenting book? Poetry anthologies about death and the cute skateboarder who plays guitar in the school quad circa 1989?