Growing UP


Life seemed to be so simple

I have a life built on a castle

Then it all started with just a pimple

When I see it,  I giggled.


Something will change along the way

Mama said this happens during puberty

One day I’ll wake up to a beautiful day

To realize that I am but a fine a lady.


As I stand in front of the mirror

I moticed some strange changes occur

Straight up and down, I used to be skinny

Now I have hips that look shapely.


Why do we change when we aged?

Are we getting lost along the way?

Or is this to find ourselves?

Discover life and all its mysteries.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

for 11yo Francin

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a.griffiths57's picture

    I liked your poem and



I liked your poem and it's innocence. Questions we all ask ourselves as we approach adolecence. Rather those changes than the changes of old age, I think. But life is full of changes on our journey through it, don't you think?

CRIS's picture

Hi!  Thank you.  The cliche

Hi!  Thank you.  The cliche is right.  Life is a journey, and as we travel, we pass in the highways of changes.