Saturday, April 16, 2005

Homecoming Queen

It's prom time. My two grand daughters recently went to the prom and it made me think of a poem I wrote twenty years ago for my oldest daughter:

Rachel at 15

She's up in the morning
At the crack of dawn,
Searching in her closet
For something to put on.
She grabs a slice of toast
And gulps a glass of juice,
She leaves a trail of papers
And her shoe strings are loose,
As she scurries down the driveway;
can't be late to catch the bus.
She's waving down the driver,
Go to school today she must.
She's our teenage beauty.
She's our Homecoming Queen.
She acts a little crazy,
But she's just an average teen.

She wears her Nike sneakers
And her Levi button-ups.
Her closet's full of clothes
But she never has enough.
She has a new boy friend;
Is it Mike, or John, or Pete?
No need to remember names.
She'll have a new one next week.
Pizza, Coke, Rock'n'Roll
Fast cars and ear rings.
Football games and shopping malls;
These are her favorite things.
She's our teenage beauty.
She's our Homecoming Queen
She acts a little crazy,
But she's just and average teen.

copyright 1985 Wallace Blue

1 comment:

Envoy-ette said...

What a sweet poem! I bet your daughter treasures it.