AT
13
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| courtesy : google image |
Lucky
or unlucky
Whatever
you are
You’ll
always remain
As
a honeyed word
My
unforgettable teen
Began
with you
On
the African soil
That
seemed so new
A
new mould of me
And
those fairytale hours
All
your gifts
I
still savor
My
sweet thirteen
Posted for Susan's MidWeek Motif ~ The Number Thirteen @ Poets United
huh pretty cool exploring a new land at that age...and sounds like you had a good thirteen at least...smiles.
ReplyDeleteTo have a memory that stays sweet as it ages, wow!
ReplyDeletehow sweet to know someone enjoyed the turning of thirteen. Magical Sumana.
ReplyDeletesuch a sweet poem sumana..very nice:)
ReplyDeleteThat is how thirteen should be! Lovely!
ReplyDeleteA good set of memories, you have of it.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't it be wonderful if we lived in a world where all 13 year old girls would still savor their sweet thirteen, years later. AND I loved the thought of someone remaining as a honeyed word.
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely memory shared..
ReplyDeleteIt is nice to hear you savor your sweet 13, Sumana. Some years are indeed memorable and very special.
ReplyDeleteHow nice to keep memory of happy teen years! xx
ReplyDeleteI agree sweet thirteen!!! :) loved it!!!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to have such vivid and happy memories of your turning 13! It must have been thrilling to live on a new continent.
ReplyDeleteSweet thirteen indeed.. and how exciting to have seen something different at that age.
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to travel and see the world - at any age.
ReplyDeleteDiscoveries at any age are wonderful,; appreciating them at thirteen is a winder! Well written, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteNice!
ReplyDeletethis was a lovely thirteen. I felt at peace while reading it. Nice work!!!
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