no waiting zone

you learn fast of special places

and special days, as a child

some you already know

for some you wait; some lie await

beyond teenage-wise horizons

in your embroidered dreams


and some are yours

that no one else must see

until that supposed special day

when you are adult-free


one day you’ll leave home in your heart

you’ll know exactly what this means

a celebration, a cutting off, an escape

your day to marque the Earth

different days you’ll share


you learn slowly of special days,

when adult and work and life

consume so much

days explode with joy or sorrow

until that lightning strike when you celebrate today

no more waiting for tomorrow


n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty-five prompt: Occasional poem.



CLP 25/04/2021


    1. Someone said it should be printed in a card…I felt ashamed, but it was then explained that this was not how it was meant, the sentiment, without sentimentality was the thought. A fine line, I feel. Thank you for your encouragement YLC.

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