THIRTEENA Poem by Carrie Montgomery...just a few thoughts after a conversation with my son last night. His poor face so full of anguish and fear. All those tears. What's a mother to do?!?
13. this boy. green eyes, that will one day make a girl's heart stop. Wavy brown hair, that lays just-so. angel-kiss freckles on his shoulders. 13. my son. he is quick to laugh. a smile with a flash of the braces that are correcting the "over-bite" I find so endearing. 13. this child. full of questions, that he thinks he knows the answers to. full of life. Like most boys his age he plays sports, has many friends, has a "love" interest. 13. he is 13 ,and he is obsessed with his own mortality! He thinks of death and dying before he falls to sleep each night. He cries out in his sleep, his voice full of fear and loathing. Do I reassure him? Tell him he is too young to think such thoughts? That he will live a long and full life? Who am I to presume it will be so? What do you say when they are 13 and already consumed with the ticking of the clock? 13. He is 13. © 2011 Carrie MontgomeryFeatured Review
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Added on March 6, 2008Last Updated on March 14, 2011 AuthorCarrie MontgomeryKYAboutAbout Me I am a mother of 2. A 13 yr old and a 1 yr old.. happily married -depending what day it is!;) ~Self-Portrait~ tow-headed in summer's sun ;dirty-blonde in winter's chill.Eyes of green, w.. more..Writing
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