Monday, 13 June 2011

Project 52: one

Suddenly I am 17 again
The same restaurant with the same people.
I'm sure we look the same but time has changed us
Time shifts again as we talk about babies, houses and husbands
None of them ours

We cackle like middle aged women-
raucous and people turn to stare
But we are young and vibrant
The world is ours.

Some of us part ways,
I akwardly imitate 20-something gal pals from countless hours of television watching
a hug, a kiss, a promise to meet up soon

We drive home together, listening to the music of our teens
As we both unconsiously mimic the voice and movements of the singer, we catch ourselves and laugh.

Breathless, I discover we are ageless.


Gentri said...

Love this. :) And cute outfit! I'm having an amazing giveaway on my blog and would LOVE it if you entered! :D

Kristy said...

I love this! What was a fun night, sounds amazing haha

Danielle said...

You should NOT have been nervous. This poem took my breath away (honestly). I felt what you were feeling, knew your experience. So lovely!

Abigail said...

Love this. It's beautiful. I'm so glad you are planning to do so many more of these!

Ashley {hudson's happenings} said...

You are a wonderfully talented writer!!