The girl with a boyish smile
beneath the spiked mousy crop
vibrant and rebellious
the type parents warn you about
but she was always present.

The tom-boy with Gypsy-blood
tuned to nature’s instinct
as we trailed through the woods
seeking adventure
while she named the birds by song.

Studious and clever
she stared into the abyss
where she broke the rigid rules
of parental restriction
to do it her own way.

Bespectacled lady
who was the conscience
the quiet one who ran deep
yet drew the line
we could not cross.

And I was the one in the middle
the in-between here and there
the keeper of secrets
as the finger of adulthood beckoned
its unwelcome conformity.


© JG Farmer 2014 Registered & Protected  ARRX-CEJ0-P3M9-V2CF


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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