Poems Page

Here I intend to gather poems that express something of what I am trying to convey.

Please offer your suggestions – especially if there are any poems that your daughter feels speak to her.

I would love to begin with Mary Oliver’s ‘Wild Geese’ but copyright issues prevent me from doing so. 

Coming of age

Written for Rites for Girls by Pauline Scanlon (May 2012)

What is it for girls coming of age
Could it be captured on a single page?
The instinctual wisdom of a grand old sage
Held in a pubescent cage
A metamorphic body calmly riding with certainty
The vicissitudes of life with dignity
Learning gracious lessons of humility
Growing in assurity
And adding to innate intelligency
That’s a far cry for numeracy
Riding emotional waves with presidency
As she takes up her earthly residency
Whilst finding inner-peace in life
Amidst outer chaos and war-torn strife
Nothing like her has ever been before
No tale, No myth, No folklore
She’s here to open another door
Continue striding in love once more
Knowing all is perfect and there are no flaws
She’s simply a part of universal law
Who’s coming of age is to be adored.

13 Today

by Sara Bran    For Lily     (January 24, 2011)

My girl is unfolding like a geisha fan,

Time moves on inflexible and ruthless in its plan.

Almost imperceptibly a borderline was crossed,

A smile for what was found today, a tear for what was lost.

 

Puberty Puberty

written for Rites for Girls by Vanessa Karl  (May 2012)

So many words
Breasts, chest, boobs
Body hair, pubes
Towels, tampons, pads
Blood, cups, lads
Hormones, moods, spots
Emotion, anger, clots
Periods, oily skin
Fat or thin
Menstruation flow
Heavy or slow
Headaches and pain
Feeling more vain
Excitement and fear
Of the time that is near
When your body will change
It feels a bit strange
But it’s not a big deal
Though it will reveal
A lovely young woman
To be loved and cherished
On her path to adulthood

Growing Up

by Vanessa Karl

When you were born
You were tiny and bare
You were very cute
No teeth and no hair

Some years have passed
You’ve grown and matured
Been cared for and nurtured
So now you’re prepared
As your body is changing
You feel quite confused
But it will be ok

You may laugh, shout and scream
And shed a tear
But growing up is nothing to fear
It is new and exciting
A new phase in your life
So love it and live it
Without any strife.

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Growing into a woman
Is special to do
Relax and remember
You’ll still always be you.

 

‘How Does A Girl Become A Woman?’

Lyrics by Garzilli Enrico

How do the blossoms know it’s spring?

Who tells the bud that it’s a rose?

How does the blue finch learn to sing?

How does a girl become a woman?

How does my song inside get born?

Who tells the stars that it’s the morn?

Have you ever seen a rose without a thorn?

How does a girl become a woman?

 

Desiderata

by Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its shams, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

 

2 or so comments

2 Responses to Poems Page

  1. sara bran says:

    Thank you for including me on here, I’m honoured to be part of this really lovely blog X

  2. Jackie says:

    This is fantastic!!!! I will use you as a guide for my grandaughter’s coming of age ceremony.

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