Tall, Willowy Girl Poem by Practicing Poetess
Tall, Willowy Girl
Adolescent girl, all of 12 years,
Going through a growth spurt.
When Mum or Father says Good-night,
She voices her concerns:
'What if I never stop growing?
I'll become a giant or a freak.'
Sometimes at night, she cries herself to sleep
Feeling gawky and awkward
Like the Ugly Duckling
When in truth, she's the swan.
Her friends think she's elegant and graceful
Like a Nordic goddess
Her enemies are envious
Because they feel inferior
When forced to look up at her.
She's afraid she'll be taller than all the boys,
And will never have a boyfriend.
Worry not, Sweet Child.
Soon, heads will turn when you enter a room.
You'll stand out in a crowd.
And some day, a gentle giant of a man
Will love you beyond your wildest dreams.
But in the end, everything works out okay!
Hey there! First, I find myself wanting a name to call you. Then, this is the first poem I've read by you (but I may be forgetting) , and I like what I find- and relate. It's interesting or funny to me how even strikingly beautiful girls or women can be insecure about their looks. I have experienced this and shared your feelings toward them. I find there is something charming in this and, contrarywise, off-putting when there's arrogance or a stuck-up attitude instead. Of course this insecurity is not confined to the female of our species. I felt it, and this is why I'm content with my current stage of life and have almost no desire to go back or relive my younger days. It's good to feel comfortable in my own skin, good to recognize and appreciate all kinds of attractiveness and beauty. I've already written quite a bit here. Thanks for this poem that led to this reflection. Glen
I love this poem! Because I will be honest to say that not all of our adolescent fears dissipate after a couple of years. My growth spurt is WAY overdue! Did I just say that out loud? Adolescent men... er, boys... usually have the opposite fear than this young girl, but let's just say it: adolescence at either end is a damned freight train on too many wheels! And it's way too loud! At any rate, you've captured something of adolescence here that rings like a bell. If it's possible to soothe a tall, willowy girl of twelve, this poem would surely do it. Well done! :)
Thank you. Because I will be honest to say- - Been nipping on the truth serum again, have you, Troy? (Private joke that can only be gotten by reading a previous comment.) Yes, you just said that out loud- - again, for the whole online community to hear (at least, those reading this poem.) I s'pose that adolescent boys fear being midgets, and never growing at all! Thankfully, adolescence is only a brief period of our lives. If this young girl is the fluffy, feminine type, she can go out for modeling. And if she is sporty, she can go out for basketball, as Lamar suggested. Or, she can just wait until her Prince, the gentle giant, appears. Thanks again for commenting, complimenting... and letting poetry jog your thought processes!
This is a wonderful poem and she might also end up playing professional basketball in the WNBA making a lot of money.
Ha- ha! Love it, Lamar! (I didn't even think of that!) Thanks so much. You have a great day today, and keep that wonderful sense of humour going! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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An Incredibly Heart Felt Poem! ! ! ! ! Excellently Done! ! ! ! ! Very Powerful! ! ! ! ! Beauty And Heart Shine! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++++
Thank you, Bec. Aren't we glad those days of adolescence are behind us now? Hadn't heard from you in a little while, so thanks for checking in! And, thanks for the 10! You are always so generous. You may want to read my new poem Thirteen (Trapped in Confusion) for more on the theme of girls growing up, because- - hey, we're both girls who are all grown up now, right? (Except I still have a lot of kid in me on the inside, as evidenced by some of my nonsense poems!)