Chelsey is my oldest
a needle makes her weak.
She begged to get her ears pierced
since she had learned to speak.
Her first attempt was years ago
when she was about 7.
Of course they hurt....we took them out-
next try was at 11.
She cried then too when time to change
those earrings in her ears.
She hates the sight of blood
so now she faced her fears.
When they grew over once again
she begged for one more try.
Of course I will allow it....
I hate to see my baby cry!
At 12 she should be old enough
to handle such a feat
but, no not her...yes, once again
it ended in defeat.
So, for the past few years now
she's almost 17...
she's begged for one more piercing
(the answer's no cause I'm ''so mean! '')
Last night she came out of her room
with earrings in her ears.
She laughed and was embarrassed
almost enough for tears.
Her ears had still been pierced
for the past 4 years or so!
She's just such an airhead
SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW!
So now she's wearing earrings
and she's happy as a clam.
It makes me laugh to think
she's just as ditsy as I am!
I pierced my own ear...in the old days..Hydragin Proxide was the stuff hiiiih good One dave xxxxxx
although this poem doesn't directly deal with the dark and troubled world it does in its own way this poem of love giving hope that yes love and safety do exist and for that gift I say Thank you for this lovely poem
What A delightful encapsulation of the growing up process. Well done Mary. I'm boning up on your 'new stuff'and you show no sign of flagging.
That is an achievement Mary. I congratulate her on making it in the end. I'm sure she looks gorgeous in her 'earrings'. Love Ernestine XXX A lovely poem with a happy ending. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good light hearted poem Mary. Not ditsy at all Rusty