the boy in the last picture-show

for my friend, curt, who is a romantic at heart

you sit by the window,
in your father's room
playing with a hobby horse,
he made for you, a boy,
with a box of bubble-wrap
over the china doll,
the ballerina you broke
not knowing what's inside
these things, old and curious
you knew how to kiss a girl,
when you had your first kiss,
you knew what to say,
before you cried hallelujah
repentant, you weren't,
you kept sinning over love, over her,
it was all you know -
if they ask how you are now,
you'd say nothing, because -
nothing much has changed,
you will always be that boy,
and you're afraid,
until your father came,
taking you away from those girls,
who all loved you all the same  

Reviews

[redzone]

I wish I hadn't broken that "china doll"... she was the one who didn't "love me all the same"... but truth be told, it was a lot my fault.. in spite of my promise not to become my father and his traditional ways, I did...

you are young Steph, life full ahead... never settle for anything less than someone who loves you with full and equal respect, who sees you and in you a human being capable of everything, who thinks and acts like what you do and how you think is just as important as them..

thank you for writing this poem it has warmed this old heart... as you become even more a woman, never lose the "girl" in your heart and who cries "hallelujah" because she love to kiss and be kissed like this...

I promise to never lose that "boy" and return in kind all the love of the girls who loved me all the same.. thanks you Steph for the smile you have given me...

Curt

[highonwords]

you're most welcome, curt :) glad you like the poem :)

steph