Poems About Growing Up
Part 1: Childhood
Childhood
Palm trees and loquats
are the tallest trees
that I have ever seen.
Yellow fruits up above
like ripe golden suns.
Red-green wall ivy
up! It climbs up and up
it takes me up the
sky, stairwell of clouds.
I make fairy beds
for woodland creatures
emerald leaves and
ivory buttons and
threads for them to dream
of pirates and elves
when the lights go down —
Fluff them tender sweet
and warm and make them
smell like berries and
jasmine; mow the sky
short and soft so their
tiny feet won’t ache.
Cover fairy ears
with cotton buds and
dandelions so they won’t
have to wonder what
the racket is about.
They don’t know them well,
they don’t know them kind;
they sing me lullabies
at night to help me sleep.
They don’t know that
sometimes grown-ups shout
and that doesn’t mean
that the love is gone —
Then I come out to play
I make them beds of
wind and roses red
when I am sad; I walk
the moon sowing clouds,
opaline stardust.
Blustery minds make for
stormy words that fill
inkwells with tales.
Thunder frowns twist
tiny hearts inside out
under palm trees, loquats
and pink skies in summer
when iridescent poet
moonstone souls are born,
star water glittering
amongst ivy leaves.
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