Paula Policarpio

Growing Up - Poem by Paula Policarpio

The cool customer walks into the shop,
the silver bells jingle,
and it is music to my ears,
like the laughter of the lovely lady,
seated snugly in her chair at the modest bistro,
a girly giggle, a charming chuckle
hardly hearable amidst the pleasant hum of conversation that fills the air.

Simple songs awaken my memories,
even those dormant deep within the confines of my mind,

and as i sit silently in my chair,
i begin to wonder when my enchantment ended,
for the fairytales failed in foretelling my future,
and so the silence stays with me,
as the world surrounds me with song.

Comments about Growing Up by Paula Policarpio

  • Indranil Bhaduri (11/13/2012 11:34:00 PM)

    Very different, very nice.. Good work (Report) Reply

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  • Neetha Sasidharan (3/26/2012 9:40:00 PM)

    cool poem.......nice idea..... (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (3/25/2012 4:04:00 AM)

    very nice.sweet and thought provoking.liked it.keep inking Paula. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 13, 2012

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