Remembering
I am the baby who cried
"more peaches" and waited
the young girl with dirty feet
catching polliwogs beneath bated
sun
I am the shy teenager stealing a first kiss
shattered by disappointment
and reality
the young woman dancing
at my Junior prom
Harbor Lights twinkling into
forever
I am the too-young bride who says
I do for fifty-plus years, and
I am all of this and more
I am the me writing this poem
remembering . . .
Copyright © Carla Phelps Wert | Year Posted 2013
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