Chrysalis...or Fourteen

Poised on joys of girlhood

She chatters, dream-wild

Within struggles a stranger

Half woman, half child

Dancing on a threshold

Caught between two worlds

Torn twixt morrow’s mating call

And yesterday’s girl

Trying to become Her

She which waits to be

Chrysalis of innocence

Holds maturity

Laughing, singing, fretting

Somewhere in between

Woman’s world and childhood

Ah, this is fourteen

© Janet Martin


 She chatters non-stop, all the way home, detailing the events of a week-end away...


I listen,
caught between her words
and her voice,
having been taught
through experience
that butterflies
fly 
away...