March 9, 2011
By Anonymous

That pale little hand being led to the bedroom
Those corduroy jeans being tossed to the floor
That innocent smile as he leans in to kiss her
The green of her eyes as they lay down for more
The very same eyes I caught reading Harry Potter past their bedtime.

Those bouncy red curls flattened against the bedspread
Twisted and tangled and coated in gel
Those delicate hands exploring his body
Those tiny girl’s hands, that I knew so well
The very same that shook me awake year after year on Christmas morning.

What happened to the little princess?
The cross country runner?
The sweet baby girl?

The science fair champion:
Arching her back and closing her eyes
gasping and panting and
pulling him closer
To the body I held in the hospital.

The clumsy ballerina:
Being rocked back and forth
Going limp with pleasure
Sighing satisfied
With the voice that asked me for a later bed time.

My rosy cheeked child who loved musical theatre
and wore purple sweaters
is gone.

The author's comments:
A few weeks ago my best friend and I were sitting at her kitchen table just like we do every Tuesday after school and before play practice. Out of nowhere her mother burst into the kitchen holding the bottle of birth control pills that my friend had been taking behind her back. She didn't yell at my friend for hiding the fact that she'd been having sex from her, nor did she break into tears. She just stared at her daughter for the longest time with this penetrating expression on her face. For days it haunted me it was confused, wounded--indescribable. The pain I found in her eyes was my inspired this poem.

Note: The poem is entitled 'Angela' after the woman who's face inspired me. This name has been changed to protect her identity, and that of my friend.

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This article has 164 comments.

writer015 GOLD said...
on Jul. 21 2011 at 9:43 pm
writer015 GOLD, Howard, Ohio
11 articles 13 photos 112 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. " --Marianne Williamson

This is awesome! But what exactly is in the picture???

on Jul. 21 2011 at 6:41 pm
Laura_Oliver GOLD, Manchester, Connecticut
12 articles 2 photos 122 comments
This is really amazing. I'm not old enough yet to hear of friends doing that, so this is kind of a warning to me. Message received. Plus I would really appreciate if you could check out my other poems and leave some feedback.

on Jul. 21 2011 at 6:19 pm
StrangeJade PLATINUM, Relative Obscurity, California
36 articles 17 photos 391 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it." - Life of Pi

"pulling him closer to the body I held in the hospital..."


Your choice of words sends chills up my spine.

on Jul. 21 2011 at 4:56 pm
ohheyyyelli SILVER, Woonsocket, Rhode Island
5 articles 3 photos 178 comments
Wow, I really love this. For one, the meaning is amazing. The flow is great. The imagery too! Very well written. Overall brilliant poem[:

. said...
on Jul. 21 2011 at 4:38 pm
This is beautiful! The description on the side really helped.

on Jul. 21 2011 at 4:16 pm
Ashley Mason BRONZE, Sturbridge, Massachusetts
4 articles 3 photos 11 comments
What an excellent poem. I would appreciate your comments on my poem, Briar Rose

Bambi67 SILVER said...
on Jul. 21 2011 at 3:51 pm
Bambi67 SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
9 articles 1 photo 58 comments

Favorite Quote:
remember that the future comes one day at a time.
Dean Acheson

this is great!

on Jul. 21 2011 at 2:31 pm
Angie.Hudak GOLD, Doylestown, Pennsylvania
10 articles 0 photos 42 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Hope for the best, expect the worst."
"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." -Bob Marley

I am totally in love with this poem. I did the same thing, went behind my mother's back to have s.ex. And it soon spiraled out of control...but that's a different story. You're an amazing writer. If you get the chance, check out some of my writing. It's about the same kind of situations!

Rarity said...
on Jul. 21 2011 at 11:25 am
yes, but not every child becomes s. active before marriage...maybe the parent wasn't expecting for her child to take that step just yet.

Duckie430 said...
on Jul. 21 2011 at 9:27 am
Duckie430, Riverside, Rhode Island
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Favorite Quote:
“The secret to life is being who you are and being happy with who you are.”
"Whatever does not kill you only makes you stronger."

great poem!

on Jul. 21 2011 at 9:17 am
CookeysAndCream SILVER, Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania
6 articles 2 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."-Augusten Burroughs

The comparisons were great, and you did a great job with the mother's perspective. It's very strong. Keep it up!

on Jul. 21 2011 at 7:36 am
GenevieveR BRONZE, Anonymous, Ohio
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment
Great poem! 4/5 I agree it's sad but only because the teen went behind Angela's back and wasn't honest to her mother about her decision in becoming s.exually active, so it hurt A's feelings. But every parent must go through this when their child becomes s. active.. feelings of "losing" their child, etc.

VitaLoyal GOLD said...
on Jul. 21 2011 at 12:35 am
VitaLoyal GOLD, Warrrenville, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:

I think it is very good.and you should like make it longer.

hallie523 said...
on Jul. 20 2011 at 5:17 pm
hallie523, Seattle, Washington
0 articles 0 photos 16 comments
i loved the comparisons of the things she did as a child and having sex and how you connected them with her eyes and hands and being a ballerina. I liked how you went back and forth between memories and imagining in a really fluid way. Can you comment on my poems? (some are still pending approval)

on Jul. 11 2011 at 9:28 pm
thecape196 BRONZE, Oviedo, Florida
4 articles 9 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
The problem with not having a goal is you can spend your life running up and down the field and never score

that was an amazing poem!!! keep writing please! and if you have time can you review my work? thank you so much(:

inkers GOLD said...
on Jul. 10 2011 at 1:06 am
inkers GOLD, Midland, Texas
10 articles 0 photos 41 comments

Favorite Quote:
"And the lamplight gloating o'er him threw his shadow on the floor... and my soul from out that shadow... shall be lifted, nevermore!" - Poe

This is very strong, and well written. The rythm added so much to this. Very well done. <3

Ellimee Pawn said...
on Jul. 1 2011 at 1:00 pm
I love how you turned one of your experiences into something everyone can understand. I feel the sorrow so deeply, you must be close to an adult!

on Jun. 30 2011 at 5:40 pm
aubs126 PLATINUM, Charlton, Massachusetts
26 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are---
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. "


Wow! That was amazing! I could really feel the emotion in that peice! Keep writing :)

Joele12 said...
on Jun. 30 2011 at 11:15 am
wow being caught taking birth control pills without your mom making a fuss about it makes you feel alot more worse taking behind her back. the look that mom gave her would probably haunt me too. but you did a god job inspiring it into a talented poem. keep up the good work.

on Jun. 29 2011 at 10:42 pm
paperandpen SILVER, Hutchinson, Minnesota
7 articles 0 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering. St. Augustine

amaaazing poem..


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