You listen
with twisting awkwardness
squirming in
my remembrances
of you
as I tell you
of you
at 2
And oh...the things that you
would do!
Oh you...
a tentative teenager now
embarrassed at
your recent past
which seems so far removed from you
but not for me
You trying to be
cool & sophisticated like
a Spice Girl
Girl power!
Years later you will have changed again
and deny you ever were:
'No…I never!'
but ah…yes you were!
You take
your grinning boyfriend
by the hand
imploring him:
“Don’t listen to my old man! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Please tell me this is Tilly grown up into that 'tentative teenager! ' I collect your Tilly poems and have made a special section for them. To think that that little girl of then trying to snatch the mystery of words out of your mouth is now capable of telling boyfriend in tow not to listen to her old man...is such a hoot! My Mum used to be like this with me and I would just squirm with ever increasing horror as he would be shown the naked ones on the rug so beloved of doting parents. I was one...what could I do? When I came of age and came into possession of the photos I burnt the lot of them as part of my escaping my past and owing myself. loved the poem. love Dee Dee