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Summer `83
Posted: 20 July 2016
Word Count: 113
Summary: I was 13 and a very "angsty" teenager :-)! I remember sitting on a wall in the sun at the end of our road and thinking, "I wish I was 16 and this would all be done". Idiot! :-)
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I see you sitting on the wall.
Hair burnished by the evening
summer sun.
Legs dangling.
Brow furrowing.
Wishing to be older.
I want to unpick
the worries embroidered
in your eyes.
Comfort you with truth:
A part time job will pay
for the school uniform.
Don’t worry.
Your first date
is round the corner.
It will last three weeks.
You will be friends
for years.
Your circle will change
and grow.
The best will stay.
You will fall in love.
Twice.
They will love you back.
Still.
Dad… will sort itself out.
One day.
I brush your hair from your eyes,
tears from your cheeks.
I love you.
You’ll do fine.
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 V`yonne at 23:39 on 21 July 2016
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Very nicely done and I just love
I want to unpick
the worries embroidered
in your eyes.
I wouldn't be a teen again for all the world -- it is a very troubled time.
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 Cliff Hanger at 14:59 on 23 July 2016
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It's hard sometimes to remember how it really felt to be a teenager but this does it perfectlu. I love this part
Dad .... will sort itself out.
One day.
Good stuff.
Jane
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 Bazz at 20:05 on 23 July 2016
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A great letter to yourself Jo, you capture that futile sense of being trapped, the trivial things that weigh on you when you're young.
Dad… will sort itself out.
One day.
great line, full of so much.
I brush your hair from your eyes,
tears from your cheeks.
I love you.
You’ll do fine.
I think this is the key part, how difficult sometimes is it for us to simply accept and love ourselves...?
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 FelixBenson at 23:02 on 24 July 2016
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Wonderfully tender, Jo, we can all identify with this - the wish to reassure a younger self. If only we could explain that it doesnt matter! But I suppose it does matter right up until it doesn't, and many of these worries seem profound or tangible
A part time job will pay
for the school uniform.
Don’t worry.
Dad… will sort itself out.
One day.
In sone ways we are the essence of ourselves at that age, and we know what's important.
I like the way the final stanza is a self parenting, showing compassion for the kid you were.
I brush your hair from your eyes,
tears from your cheeks.
I love you.
You’ll do fine.
Lovely stuff
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