I would not stop to contemplate the earth beneath,
nor for a second consider that I
was already in junior high when he was born,
never mind that my daughter is now the age I was
when that star-to-be emerged from the womb,
replete with a tuft of black curls, which I can’t help
but to surmise. The pubescent one views
him in his full, adult glory: deep voice, just enough scruff
to pass as a vampire or Middle Earth heart-throb,
provocatively bedecked in black leather
and a lucky cloud of Irish cadences.
The girl, I’m certain, believes she would reach him first—
fully trusting in her sprightly aptitudes,
and in my usual habit to step aside
in favor of promoting her self-assurance.
True, I’ve not been tough enough on her in some ways—
I’ve resisted going in for a hard tackle
to strip her of a ball at foot in one quick breath,
nor have I generally used my advantage
of momentum in everyday foot-races:
ordinarily, I’ll feign a fall to foster
her confidence in her maturing limbs;
in most cases, I’ll give her a healthy head-start, but
if I saw Aidan Turner walking down the street,
I would at once neglect her youthful sighs,
her earnest blushing, her sweet, redolent gaze
transfixed in goofy stupefaction, and discard
the prospect of the joy I’d feel in watching her watch
herself becoming a woman (through watching him
make love to cameras in a perfect balance
of feigned humility and stunning sex-appeal).
In fact, I’d rather not imagine the abject horror
my impressionable offspring might well suffer,
if I saw Aidan Turner walking down the street.
An earlier version of this poem appeared in Sixfold magazine, winter 2014.
Rest assured, my daughter has since made it to age 16, no worse for the wear.
Killer poem! Loved it.
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Haha! Thank you. Glad I’m not the only one! 😇
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Ha ha ha ha!
I have so much self control around my kids, but one day, it’s going to slip. Of course they’re adults now, but that should just make it even more horrifying.
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I’m always hanging by a thread. It must be the poet’s bane… Lol! 😂
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I obviously travel in the wrong circles, as I haven’t a clue who Aidan Turner is. 😁
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I wouldn’t have known about him, either, if Cam hadn’t talked me into watching the BBC TV series, Being Human, in which he played a vampire carrying just the right amount of emotional baggage to pull on the heartstrings, and compel people with otherwise relatively vanilla standards/sensibilities to forgive him his bloodlust and wanting bathing habits… Anyway, a vicarious little celebrity crush never hurt anyone, right (at least, not to date… 😉)?
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Well, I have at least heard of Being Human. When I was twelve, I had the biggest crush on Jane Goodall. Ha!
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Who didn’t? Oh, wait. I think I was just born when you were 12! 😎
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Raquel Welch was probably a bit more popular among my crowd. 😊
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There was no one crush-worthy when I was a teen.
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