When I saw Prompt #51, for We Write Poems, http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/, was to write a poem from the point of view, and with the voice of someone else, I knew I had it made. I had just spent the day with my six-year-old granddaughter and was in awe of the depth of her wisdom. It turned out so well, I thought it might work for View From the Side’s Weekend Theme, http://viewfromtheside.wordpress.com/2011/07/08/weekend-theme-29/ of Childhood. I haven’t posted here before, but it looks like a fun place.
There are some things we girls just know:
like when Del Miller kissed and told.
I knew he would. He had to show
his goofy friends that he was old.
While playing at the city pool
with my best friend forever, Jill–
she wore that suit that looked so cool,
when Del walked up with looks that kill.
I saw him wink at Bobby Green
before he tried to kiss my hair.
He did not know that I had seen,
I turned my face . . . my lips were there.
Poor Del turned red, and almost choked;
he ran away and screamed. His friends
all laughed until they nearly croaked;
but he did not want it to end.
I saw that look, and felt that kiss,
tomorrow is the day we’ll see.
He’s only eight, and he might miss
the fact: someday he’ll marry me.
Best date EVER!