12th birthday
We are at a knobby-kneed crossroads-
sharp elbows and words,
shaggy hair and creaky voice.
Ghostly glimmers of the former child
the sweetness faded,
determination waxing.
Your games are serious, planned, precise-
innocence lingers,
you are uncertain, but strong.
An insight both profound and naive
puts me in such awe,
so proud of who you will be.
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Years of classrooms with these as described has left me with a great admiration of them and your poem. You did a super job of capturing them.
You had me at “knobby-kneed crossroads”! Lovely poem.