Before Her Time

Topless wildflowers discover shame,
sprout bandeaus to cover up
from winter's peeping Tom sun.

Overnight pink lipstick,
low cut leaves,
pert petals.
Disbelief descends
like a tornado or a gun.

Amidst garden gossip,
suicidal fantasies,
hateful frost, innocence
abandoned,
fields overrun.

One hellish spring,
then puberty is done.

13 responses to “Before Her Time”

John

That makes sense, wonderful, K. ❤️ Those were weird days…

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1. K. Hartless
  
  True. It’s really like every day for me with my students. And my future with my own two. Inescapable, it seems.
  
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  1. John
    
    You have all four hands busy each day, K! Wow, I couldn’t keep that pace up. God bless you and your family. ☺️🙏🏻❤️
    
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  2. K. Hartless
    
    Thank you, John. I only wish I had two more hands to do more writing. 💜
    
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  3. John
    
    My babies are 29 and 31, one is married. Time marches forward.
    
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utahan15

not sage
about the coming of age
read the book
take that look
ok now~

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VJ

Powerful imagery/ metaphor.

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Thank you, VJ.
  
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  1. VJ
    
    Welcome
    
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Bridgette

It’s hard to experience it and even rougher to watch our kids navigate the rough waves of puberty. You captured the experience really well here.

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Little Charmer

I’d have been happy with just one hellish spring 😉🖤

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1. K. Hartless
  
  🤣💜indeed. Spring always startles me.
  
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  1. Little Charmer
    
    Me too 👍🖤
    
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