This poem was written when I was sixteen following a trip to the West Country with my sister Diana.. as you can see I was the cat.. and I was away!
Rebellion in Frome by Sally Cronin
My mother said no, that while I was home
That my ears should stay pristine
But away from her, in far distant Frome
I laughed at being sixteen
The hardware store said they’d do it for free
As long as I bought the gold.
I sat there frightened but still as could be
Feeling incredibly bold
Out came the needle, the cork and the flame
A hand reached out for my ear
I closed my eyes tight as nearer he came
And moved away from my fear.
At home again under parental care
My bravado left behind
My secrets stayed hidden under my hair
Waiting for a moment more kind.
Then one day as I leant over my book
She gently tucked back my hair
A shake of the head and a knowing look
Filled with her love and her care
Acceptance was slow and came with my tears
As we both relived my act
But she understood the worst of her fears
Were now more fiction than fact
The girl child in me had stayed back in Frome
A woman taken her place
But, it’s good to know you can still come home
rebellion packed in your case.
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Thanks for dropping by and comments are always welcome. Sally