Friday, July 22, 2011

You should be sixteen

I notice a lot of roadside crosses marking traffic deaths in the Southwest, much more so than in New England where I came from. My trip from Taos today inspired this poem about an imaginary young woman. (A Quinceañera is a party for girls who turn fifteen.)


You should be sixteen now.
You grew up so fast,
You left us so soon
It feels like yesterday
Your Quinceañera had
Brought prideful tears
To mother and father.
Your gown with pink ruffles
And pendant of pearls
Tresses cascading
Framing your dark eyes
Not seeing your future
Blind to the white cross
And corsage of lilies
Remembering you sadly
Mere yards off the road.

2 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

That's sad!

Gabrielle Evelyn said...

YES,we're 16 forever,with energy and hope.

karen millen