Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Annika's Puberty Poem

"The time has come," my Annika said.
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes and clothes and puberty."
Oh the horror that this brings.
"And why babies are born this way
And whether it may sting."
"But wait a bit!" the mommy cried.
"Before we have our chat."
I'm not prepared, because you are 9
Let me wrap my head around that.
"No hurry" said my Annika. 
And so we talked and sat.

Annika is 11 now, it took me forever to post this because I forgot I wrote it. But every time I look at her now I am forced to remember.

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