Olivia, Age Eight
by
James Shammas
(Age: 44)
copyright 10-15-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
It is an awkward stage when her face
Bounces buoyantly with a toothless smile,
Her pigtails not quite straight, her little pink 'T'
Clashing with her dark brown, bell-bottom pants.
I love it-- how she packs it with a punch,
Proud the way she pumps the Tooth Fairy
For an extra ten, or pops Little John,
The right cross pulled from a pocket of dust--
Pixie dust! And she scatters it boldly;
Its glitter of gold molds to her will.
How the thrill of the kill and a pre-dawn romp
Slow down the years in a pocket of dust.
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Age eight says it all! The willful tom-boy turns daddy's little girl in an instance to get her way, an extra ten from the tooth fairy! Everything she desires she has her way with... by magic or force, it makes no difference. She reaps her reward under her pillow before dawn. The giggles and joy from it makes it all worth while.. You don't want it to pass too quickly. Times like these retain the moment.
A much loved child. One who will succeed.
Well done, James. Apparently this has many layers, to mean so much to others. I see how someone who has not been, or had occasion to know, an eight year old girl, might have a problem figuring it out. But to me it was simple.
Of course, I may have a totally different view than yourself, having been this 8 year old tom-boy/ daddy's little girl myself. In fact, she's still here! A pocket full of pixie dust with a right hook to boot. As long as I remember to keep her alive.
I love where this has taken me. Thank you James.
Debbie Thomas
I'm reading this today and I got the impression that the pocket of dust, in the hands of the innocent girl is the pixie dust that turns to glittering gold. As the troubles in life start to excite her and kill her eagerness to adventure on. The gold turns to rust as the innocence fades from the little girl that is becoming a woman. Hence the title, Pushing Puberty. This is written very cleverly and I had to read it in several frames of mind to see what I think was your vision. Great job! Anthony
This is very interesting. Through your unique descriptive abilities, you have captured the exuberance of a rambunctious little girl at play, as she experiences one of the most difficult stages in a child's life, puberty. Awkward they are! But by there are a few lines that confused me. "The glitter of gold molds to her will;" I'm trying to visualize this and how it relates to the first three stanzas. "How the thrill of the kill or being killed Slows down the years and a pocket of rust!" This last sentence needs to wrap up the poem, but instead, it leaves it hanging out there. The thrill of the kill or being killed? I lost the vision of puberty! A pocket of rust being slowed? I have a hard time visualizing that as well! The first three stanzas are awesome. I had a difficult time with the most important one, that last one.
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