A life of a girl me

A life of a girl me

A Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

Rumours
Chalk
Ink wells
Slant writing ✍️
Blackboards
Giggles
Passing notes
Gossip kids
Friends laughter 🏀 sport
Shooting goals at netball
Sucking 🍊 oranges
Autograph books
Signing our friendships away
Sports
Favourite teachers �'�‍🏫
School barn dances
Pride of Erin
Gawky boys
With sweaty palms
Light hands on my shoulder
My crush never knew

That was primary

High school
Big kids
I’m small again
The smallest of the lot
Sex Ed classes
What the hell
My parents never told me
Anything !
Feeling alone
Out of the big groups
Hiding in library shelve aisles
At lunch waiting for the bell
Too shy to line up for tuck shop
Skinny
Too awkward to eat
Self. Conscious I invented the word
Too shy to get on school bus
Rather walk for miles
No sport
Writing sick notes for gym

Work
Left school age 15
Happy to go
Into real world
Real work
Real money
Fashion
Clothes shoes
Bank uniforms
Boyfriends
Learnt quickly what they
Wanted
Didn’t give it

Church
Fellowship groups
Christianity
Family tragedy
Marriage
Kids
More family deaths
Separation
Divorce
More boyfriends
More alcohol

I’ve come full circle
But I’m not skinny
Nah that’ll never happen

How can you cram Nearly 62 years into a page

The words stick in my teeth
Like leftover spinach
From the pizza
Last night
The toothpick is handy
But the words
Are messy
Nor edible
They have lost their sweet joy
Of youth
All that’s left
Is a distant memory
A feeling
I close my eyes
Who was that
Girl �'�
Where did she go









© 2020 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)


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exhilarating ride...fast, darting, multi vectored life path...i hear echoes of my bio bits...and im of the penile gender...

reminds me of a quote i recently heard

"time is natures way to keep everything from happening at once"



Posted 5 Years Ago


Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

5 Years Ago

Thanks there’s also a nick drake somg about time
Thanks again
A that tiny bud that had no purpose but newness, who's petals now are full of aroma and beauty that only comes from living.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

5 Years Ago

Thanks. Cherie
What a lovely few lines you wrote there
It’s sad on reflection on just how fast we grow up from child to teen to young adult, adult. We leave so much behind. Nice work Julie

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

5 Years Ago

Thanks for dropping by
Hope you well
This is such a glorious poem to honest reflections of you, human. The memories, the sign posts to where you were. Your life rolled along smiling and weeping according to moments.. each age a milestone, a marker of how you were or weren't. Guess that's how it is, step, heel toe, heel toe.. until you reach the golden moment. 'This Is Who I Am No Matter When or Why' ~ to sit back and ask is at least a recognition to where you've been in a life used to the full. Perhaps??

' I’ve come full circle ~ But I’m not skinny ~ Nah that’ll never happen.. .. How can you cram Nearly 62 years into a page..

Free verse- reality: no make believe, just how it is.. was.. thank you so much for sharing Julie. x

Posted 5 Years Ago


emmajoy

5 Years Ago

My pleasure, made me see so much.. am okay.. thank you. Hope same for you and better still .. bette.. read more
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

5 Years Ago

Thanks hun xx
Glad it made you see or recall
emmajoy

5 Years Ago

Waving.. now off for my soup, tis 12.34.. but will be back. Owe a billion reviews.

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Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

Sydney , Australia



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Amateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..