Growing Down
by Frank Watson
I was never a child, at least not

That I can remember. People tell me that I

Was a giggling little blonde baby, but,

Despite the pictures, I find it hard to believe

Because my hair is now dark brown and

I haven’t giggled like that since forever.


When chronologically I appeared to be

A child, I preferred the company of adults,

Read big fat books, and spoke like

I was reading an essay, at least a

Californian essay, without the slang.


Maybe that's why now, in my late thirties,

I am such a child, growing down

Instead of growing up.




For the dVerse Poets prompt on childhood and growing up. Thank you Stu McPherson for hosting yesterday.




All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013