[NicknamedBob]

Verge

Just on the verge of happening; events I’m pining for,
That “blossoming’ they promised me? I’m waiting at the door.
For flowers to awaken, and spring out from the bud,
Is there some Magic that I need, to quicken in my blood?

And is the timing right for me, before I’ve too much pride,
To reconsider growing up, and dolls I’ve cast aside,
I’m sure they will forgive me, with such a stoic way,
A bit of tea-time with the girls could be a better day.

For I’m no good at this, I fear. I’ll surely do it wrong,
I’ve only gotten this far now, and half the day’s along.
These first times take forever, and I’ve no patience yet,
And any boy who looks at me, a poke is what he’ll get.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . October 10, 2008

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[yorkie]

What a lovely poem, NB! It reminded me of the days I stuffed kleenex in my ....... ah, well, the girls will know. LOL!

[JustAmy]

Excellent, NnB. Thank you. Always love your poems.

Wishing you a beautiful weekend.