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511 East Frank Street Vintage by Vivian L Dawson Monday, March 26, 2012 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan

My, my look at me growing pains have made me look womanly But what of that little girl inside who still wants to be a child at play Mama says that I should redecorate my girlie room, but teddy bear "Snuggles" must remain for he has been my hugs of comfort every step of the way Now I must get dressed as my once neighborhood playmate of hide and seek and kick the can "Johnny" is calling on me going to the movies this Friday night holding hands just like the real grown ups do Such is being interim of what is called "sweet" sixteen when you can not go back but scared of moving forward too fast Mama..please leave the porch light on for us (c) 511 East Frank Street Vintage 24March2012 Vivian L Dawson

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Reviewed by Mr. Ed	3/28/2012

You describe this facet of life quite well, Vivian.




Reviewed by Christine Alwin	3/27/2012

Love the innocents in this, I love having my Grandgirls age 2 and 4..I can play like a kid again with them and I love it!




Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)	3/27/2012

Never been sure if adolescence is the turbulent time the "experts" tell us. Your poem probably expresses how it feels beter than most. A bit scarey leaving the things of a child behind but a time of promise and anticipation too.




Reviewed by Ronald Hull	3/27/2012

Reads like a coming-of-age story. Ron




Reviewed by Jennifer Christian	3/27/2012

Nice poem.




Reviewed by John Flanagan	3/27/2012

such feelgood warm and tender thoughts and images, a delight, Vivian, a delight john




Reviewed by jude forese	3/26/2012

a dear and moving poem of a child beginning to become a young woman ...




Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather	3/26/2012

those akward years, and yes 16 should probably be the new 12 or something like that!




Reviewed by Christine Tsen	3/26/2012

Oh wow this is sweet, captures 16 beautifully, and don't we still feel this way even all grown up. I still snuggle the bear each night. Hmmm, too late for turning back, but ... still not ready to grow up all the way :) Blessings, Christine




Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger	3/26/2012

Snuggling my teddy bear till I met John at 17! Capturing a delightful memory to little girls to sweetly become a teen. Refreshing poem with your special touch Lady Vivian. Lady Mary Ann




Reviewed by Laura Fall	3/26/2012

Oh, what a sweet write as this is truly delightful poetry Laura




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton	3/26/2012

Hah! A refreshing genre departure, Vivian, and a delightful one to boot. Sweet sixteen probably doesn't mean as much these days as it used to when I was growing up. I loved this cute poem, and I just know you took your own experience as a guideline for writing it. Gotta love it!