By Camincha Benvenutto
I’m thirteen, you are the boy on the next
block whose name I never knew. The one
who brought a flower every morning.
I’m sixteen you are the one who serenaded
me under the weeping willow on the meadow
at the edge of the stream. I’m nineteen, you
are the husband I always wanted.
I’m twenty, a young mother, I watch the world burst
with love in my baby’s eyes. Life goes on.
And now in this new lovely weather I say,
Your rays are generous. And my awakening
is primordial. I’m the enchanted ready to
give, to bloom, to surrender because you
have arrived in great splendor!
(To submit a poem for possible publication, send via email to Publisher Sherman R. Frederick at shermfrederick@gmail.com.)
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