Growing Years

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – For Your Consideration:  Dandelion Whine
Use the cliché “growing like a weed” as a refrain in a poem.

That string bean just shot up
this past summer, Selma. Why,
the girl is taller than me.

     growing like a weed

Now you take her brother–
always a shrimp. During last
school year, the boy grew five inches.  

     growing like a weed

Selma, I don’t know. Those
kids outgrow their clothes
just as I outgrow my money.

     growing like a weed

Speaking of weeds, why not join me
for a cup of my homemade dandelion wine.
Sure hope it don’t make you start

     growing like a weed

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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