Canine Youth Poem by Abby Kimball

When I was young,
I was followed everywhere I would go,
Blamed for advanced thinking,
Rebellion with snow,

Our jeans,
Were washed in the rain,
As dry as our innocence at 16,
Our hearts remained free and untrained,

Judgment remained askew,
We learned to touch lips,
As softly as Queen Anne’s lace blew,
In the wind,
Of course not as beautiful,

I came home,
Some purple skied nights,
On my own,
Simply to be held by my mom,

Come morning,
I would find,
Sharpie theories about the mind,
Drawn on all over my body,
Even though juvenile now,
I never felt more like a child,
Then when I was held in your arms,

A smile,
A kiss,
Three long lists,
Your canine tooth,
Made the decision,

My youth,
Banished me to consequence,
Summer nights,
Stripped me of my innocence,
The line of justice,
Is now blurred,
You’re feelings for me,
Have all been inferred,