Wednesday 11 June 2014

AT 13

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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

17 comments:

  1. huh pretty cool exploring a new land at that age...and sounds like you had a good thirteen at least...smiles.

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  2. To have a memory that stays sweet as it ages, wow!

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  3. how sweet to know someone enjoyed the turning of thirteen. Magical Sumana.

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  4. such a sweet poem sumana..very nice:)

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  5. That is how thirteen should be! Lovely!

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  6. A good set of memories, you have of it.

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  7. Wouldn'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.

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  8. That's a lovely memory shared..

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  9. It is nice to hear you savor your sweet 13, Sumana. Some years are indeed memorable and very special.

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  10. How nice to keep memory of happy teen years! xx

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  11. I agree sweet thirteen!!! :) loved it!!!

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  12. How lovely to have such vivid and happy memories of your turning 13! It must have been thrilling to live on a new continent.

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  13. Sweet thirteen indeed.. and how exciting to have seen something different at that age.

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  14. Makes me want to travel and see the world - at any age.

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  15. Discoveries at any age are wonderful,; appreciating them at thirteen is a winder! Well written, Sumana.

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  16. this was a lovely thirteen. I felt at peace while reading it. Nice work!!!

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