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Becoming
by Beth K HannahYou are my playground, boy
That first hit of sunshine
Novocaine melting
Hallucinating my skins shimmer
Full circle laughter
Times 3
And I quickly fade
I remembering labeling your name
Passing in my fingertips
Clutching like a nun's rosary
Forgetting to blink
Of course
The weekend comes
And play time lengthens
I grew older
Wanting more than your teasing
Smile
Craving
As you grew too old
My name you forgot
And I sell you a cd
That is the elixer
And a recess in song.
03/12/2003 Author's Note: youth to teenage years. angst.
Posted on 03/12/2003
Copyright © 2025 Beth K Hannah
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 08/15/03 at 08:53 AM I really like this one. Remembering people who were important long ago is a particularly special subject for me, so this really gets my attention and makes me think. How can we forget those old feelings? Very good work! |
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