Almost Infectious

sown young with grains of optimism
a throng of high-pitched voices giggle
their vocal cords will change
sequestered in my studio
their party is in the other room
separated by more than a door
as these teens will be one day
the hands stroking the keys have seen hard time
the eyes, have witnessed much
how can they have so much to laugh about
when they see each other almost every day
I hear the brightness of their skin
I taste the scent of possibility
almost infectious
ah, the teen years
for a moment, I’d kill to return
until I remember
I did a lot of dying back then
I’m glad for the door
Frank Sinatra and I can get cozy
I’ll continue writing with the hands and eyes that have been so good to me
all these years…

Caroline Hands Crossed

Caroline Hands Crossed

my lovely, delicate daughter, Caroline



25 thoughts on “Almost Infectious

    • Hi Doug.
      That means so much coming from you. I humbly appreciate your words of encouragement. I’m pushing myself in all directions and experimenting. I’m generally not very brave with certain “themes” but I’m trying to step out of my comfort zone.
      AnnMarie 🙂
      Have a lovely Sunday.
      I hope all is well in your writing world. 🙂

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  1. Now that’s what I like to read: “I’ll continue writing” … of course you will. And drawing and painting as well. And those youthful days serve their purpose. As Flannery O’Connor said, “Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days.” I think that also includes the teen years. Sometimes I’d like to go back to those “good old day,” and then I pull out Janis Ian’s “At Seventeen,” play it through once, and I’m cured. 🙂 Caroline is a beautiful young woman. You should be very proud, 🙂


    • Man, I’m up too late: My fingers are hitting all kinds of buttons (just “liked” my own comment, dammit — that’s “humble” of me, eh?). Also, I meant “good old dayS,” plural. Although on second thought, maybe there was only one day? Nah, there were a few. 🙂


    • Thanks, my friend. I survived! What a group of nice teens. Many even asked if I needed assistance – rare these days. And by the end of the night – no one fell ill from my cooking 🙂
      “At Seventeen” that song does put one right back into the ‘fugly’ state of mind. Whenever I hear that song, my teen soul cries inside.
      Here’s to gettin’ happily old 😉
      Have a lovely Sunday, Deb.
      am 🙂


  2. Glad to hear you made it to the other end. 🙂 I read somewhere once (who can remember?) that people are happier in their 50’s than they were as young folk. I think that’s probably true. Have a great Sunday, Miss. Relax, enjoy.


  3. Miss Caroline is so beautiful…and so lucky to have a Mom who can capture her loveliness on paper. Sometimes I miss those “teens laughing in the other room” days, but then I come home from work and find the garage full of laughing 25-30 year olds, and my heart is refilled. – Fawn


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