This poem is for my daughters who have had their share of troubles. Some minor, some more major. This is for them, and for all the young women out there who have to be brave sometimes in extraordinary circumstances. We are living in difficult, frightening times with the inner cities being home to knife crimes and gangs. Coupled with this are many other hazards for young women nowadays.
Two young girls, one blonde one dark, my girls,
My daughters, grown now. I remember
trips, sunshine, parks, castles,
Ball parks, parties, giggles,
Oh, the sleepovers! Crazy friends, fights, bullies,
Shenanigans, strange confessions.
It was simpler then
How life changes.
Until hormones raging
Enter the boyfriends staying over
Not, if dad has his way. Ever. They plead.
Determined. He weakens, gives in.
I do too, not knowing
What to do.
Starts off well, until tears, heartbreak,
A hug, a kiss. Mr. Blue Eyes
is not so carefree I say, but girls
in love don’t listen.
Don’t trust a player, I cry. Do they take
My advice? Sometimes not enough.
They ask friends, me, everyone,
Now the drama’s nearly over. I tremble.
Expecting the next crisis to come
rippling around the lake.
The waters swaying. It’s stiller now.
I’m ecstatic! They’ve escaped their troubles
They’ve put up their moats. Hurrah.
Don’t cry my beauties.
You did the right thing
The waters yelling.
Nasty slaps, stares, cheats, assorted
Vicious nasties, hooded hoodlums
And gangs don’t make a man
But kindness does, you’ll see
Find your soulmate
For your own dear castle. Rejoice
my lovelies you’ve learnt
To be brave and true.
I’m so proud
Two girls, older now, two blondes,
Both lighter, my girls, my daughters
Such a sweet reflection
My dearest castle,
For all the mothers and daughters out there this poem is for you.
Stay safe and well.
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