Jem Solley

6 Years Old And Wondering - Poem by Jem Solley

Oh my- I hold myself growing,
They said it would happen,
But it seemed but a myth,
Six years old, wondering about the day I would be older,
Remembering behind the school shed- carving our names into the wood,
With a seagull feather tip- 'Jem 6 and a half years old'
All those days I played with the Barbie dolls,
She seemed so grown up, so curvy with long hair,
With long fingernails,
And today, as I brush those curves- which are mine, and brush my hair,
I am those things I once dreamed of,
But is it as spectacular as I thought?
Is being an adult really what I wanted?
Because now I'm here... well almost.
And now all I want is to be back there,
Six years old, behind the school shed carving our names into the wood,
My mind sloshed with all the dreams I had as a child,
With my long fingernails, I brush the shed 's long ago words:
'Jem 6 and a half years old'
I've lost many, but gained even more,
And whilst I stand on on tip of my journey of adolescence, I whisper:
'Oh look out world... the games have only just begun...'

Comments about 6 Years Old And Wondering by Jem Solley

  • Danny Draper (9/28/2013 9:29:00 AM)

    Six and a half, what an age but we can only go forward. We can however dream and remember like this good write. Original and descriptive. (Report) Reply

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  • Dave Walker (8/15/2013 5:59:00 PM)

    Time passes very fast from our young years. A great poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013

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