Showing posts with label thirteen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thirteen. Show all posts

Monday, March 24, 2014

Journey of A Mother's Heart as Her Daughter Turns Thirteen



 While I was picking up a few groceries on Sat. Victoria surprised me with a fresh Spring center-piece on the dining-room table.

(this week's Saturday muffins; carrot-raisin-nut)

A mother’s heart can tiptoe soft
The pencil-line shadow of Thirteen
Stretched all the way to the evergreen
As child, but not for long, waits for the bus

A mother’s heart can clench sweet agony
As floral cup touches lip
Where Thirteen discovers the friendship
Found in a cup of mango-tea

A mother’s heart can follow like a prayer
That arm-and-leg dreamer and dancer
As Time, ever a smooth romancer
Courts Thirteen without a care

A mother’s heart can break and heal
In one quavering inhale, exhale
Where Thirteen, tumult of smile-tear regale
Teeters twixt woman and girl

A mother’s heart can bend and bear
Love’s fabric, as Thirteen grins
Oblivious to worlds beneath a mother’s skin
And that long, slow, seamless tear

© Janet Martin

 Something about Thirteen that gets me every time! Victoria turned 13 a few weeks ago and suddenly she just seems older.