Eight-teen

I was a child.
Sunny days, Breathless frights,
Kisses by Daddy, Camping nights,
Playing in creeks, Swinging on ropes,
Songs by evening, Never ending hopes.

Then I grew some.
Reading a Hardy Boy's book,
Finding a pretty, woodsy nook,
School is hard but I like it,
Stretched by the campfire I lit.

Then I grew some more..
Then I noticed to much around me,
Feeling hurt like no one loved me,
Wishing I could be so great,
Always feeling just to late.

Now I'm 18.
I don't get kisses from Daddy,
I'm not quite that carefree,
I don't read the Hardy Boy's,
I don't feel that lonely.

But..
I try to enjoy every moment,
I laugh all I want and don't care,
My childhood is gone, kinda sad.
But my life is not gone,
Challenge yourself, and smile.

-Abrianna :)

Peer Review

What line gives you the strongest sense of the writer’s experience being this age?

This is such a cute poem. I honestly loved it all but the "Kisses by Daddy" was so sweet and relatable.

What about this reflection works well? If the writer were to expand this piece, what else would you like to know?

I would probably want to hear more from you about how you coped with loneliness and positivity without much help or love as you used to get as a child.

Reviewer Comments

That's it. Sorry, this is my first review so I hope I did this correctly. Great poem.