Still …I am not sure
If I like to be mature.
I am not sure I’ve stopped loving to play
with teddy bears, dolls and the clay.
I still like to drink NIDO- needed for growing
and wear those lovely laced white stockings.
I can’t quit thinking I still need my mom’s love
though I've become a proud mom- myself.
And what should I do with my girlish dream?
That daily flow like pure wild stream?
About a courageous knight on a white horse,
that would once come to propose .
Should I give up thinking of those lovely hours,
where I spent in the parks playing ‘n picking the flowers?
Now as I have a sweet home and a family
which become my real life‘s priority,
I think I should quit all those and more
and become really mature.
But NO... I am still not sure.
Still ...I am not ready to be mature.
Comments
hello Rula,
I liked the dreaminess of all your lifes likes. The lines flowed well. but my favorite lines were your last, still clinging to youths pleasures:
I think I should quit all those and more
and become really mature.
But NO... I am still not sure.
Still ...I am not ready to be mature.
always, Cat
Thank you dear Cat
for dropping such a kind comment. Hope you feel well now
hello Rula,
I liked the dreaminess of all your lifes likes. The lines flowed well. but my favorite lines were your last, still clinging to youths pleasures:
I think I should quit all those and more
and become really mature.
But NO... I am still not sure.
Still ...I am not ready to be mature.
always, Cat
Hi Rula
In my opinion the true measure of maturity is realizing that there's still a place for playing in one's life...........stan
Well said Stan
I can't agree more..Thanks for dropping a visit.
oh i love this
nothing to crit
great rhyme and near rhyme and not rhyme - lol - nothing forced, reads smoothly
i love the whole thing, and agree, we shouldn't forget how to play and dream
hugs, judy
xxx
At least it happened once
No crit. !!! are you sick dear Juddy?! ..[smiles]
Happy you like it and appreciate your visit. Thank you
great rhyme and near rhyme and not rhyme - lol :):)
I had a secret, asking my
I had a secret, asking my sister's daughter
whether she could keep one,
she kept it for more than 10 years,
then I relieved her of it.
It was: don't tell anyone, but I never want to be grown up!
As I looked at the old ladies of the village who came round for tea,
sipping from their cups with their little fingers out,
talking about nothing the least interesting-
as I saw the teenagers with cigarette holders
posing like fashion models-
as I saw the ballet dancers dancing strictly in patterns
predetermined-
as I saw adults scolding their kids,
fighting futile wars, at home and abroad,
I decided that being mature- an adult, was not for me.
Perhaps now I have a little maturity in me,
but to hell with all the norms of behaviour
that stop one from being spontaneous and individual,
wearing clothes I choose to wear regardless of what's IN,
I still can climb a tree, stand on my head,
do my exercises at the bus stop,
dance when the spirit moves,
and at the same time I CAN sit quietly watching,
and eating with the right fork
or whatever is the custom where I arrive,
all the while smiling at their mannered movements.
Some people even act with their partners,
so I am not the norm and never have been.
Here's to the child in us all, enjoy life, it will show.
Ann.
I wouldn't swop, if I could be,
someone that I'm not
there's no one that I'd rather be,
I'm satisfied with my lot,
no longer young and beautiful,
I've never quite been that,
but ageing has it joys
that youth cannot exact,
I look at those whose skin
is fresh and smooth,
their innocent look in clothes
I'd never use,
although I dress in fashions
of my own,
I've not lost my panache,
with full skirts
when straight is the norm,
I flash with colours loud,
so just because I'm seventy one
I shan't hide in a cloud
I step out in my comfy shoes,
while they go by in stiletto heels
I know just how it feels to be dressed right,
and that gives me confidence;
all right?
Anninherlongskirtoutoffashion.
Good poem Rula.
Ann in her long skirt up-to-date fashion:)
great lines and poem indeed.
If in my fifties ,I shall have your energy dear Ann , your critivity and the uplifting spirit that you have I would really be proud. If this picture of yours is new or old , I can't see but a strong woman with lots of sentiments coming through her words and what would anyone ask for more?
keep the high spirits up, some teenagers don't have it..
Thanks for reading and commenting. It means a lot to me.
I think
I think it was taken in 2010, not sure exactly,
I had just come in in Winter, from a 'tur' walk in N.
My sunglasses perched on my forehead,
as the snow reflects light even on dull days.
You can't see my pig-tails each side well here.
That's me,
I keep my head up,
whatever is going on down below! :)
Enjoyed your nice counter-comment. Takk.
Ann