WHEN SHE GETS OLDER 1962A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL AND HER MOTHER AND A BOY AT SCHOOL IN 1962Yochana arrives home from school. Her mother is in the lounge knitting, a radio is on playing Bach. Her mother studies her as she enters the room. How did school go? she asks. It was fine, Yochana says. She waits a few moments then says: I told Benedict he can come and stay one weekend. Her mother stops knitting and looks at her. Only if your father agrees, she says, which he may not; after all you are only 14, it isn't as though you are an adult yet. Yochana was going to say something, but thought better of it, of course, she says calmly. Well get changed out of your uniform and make sure your room is tidy, her mother says. She then focuses on her knitting and ceases to take interest in her daughter's presence any longer. Yochana walks off with her satchel, and goes upstairs to her room, and closes the door behind her. She is sure her father will agree; after all it was he who stuck up for her when her mother had hit her that time for even talking to Benedict. She begins to undress out of her uniform. The mirror of the dressing table shows her looking tired and strained. She feels it, too. Anxiety over Benedict; whether he will want to come and what her mother will be like when or if he comes and what will her father be like with him? She stands there in front of the mirror looking at herself. She is thin. Needs building up. Wish he was here. Wish he was here now behind me and his arms about my waist and his lips on my neck. She puts on a pale blue dress and brushes her hair. Tidies her school uniform in a neat pile. If only he was here. She can almost sense his lips on her neck, on her shoulder. Will she marry him when she gets older? © 2016 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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