Sweet 16
Not one kiss
Tried 'em all
Missed!
Oh well...
There was a shy innocence in those years:
girls dancing in a group, boys hamming it up in their corner, everyone
hoping to attract the attention of the other.
Music – louder the better –
was the pathway towards dissolving inhibitions. Romance, as we knew
it from the movies, began at a prom always ending with a tender kiss –
we seem to have missed what was in between.
My poor mother coming down the basement stairs,
aghast at the chaos and Pa, carrying the birthday cake is, as always,
oblivious.
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Oil 40" x 30"
1 comment:
wow! every person viewing this has a memory of a basement "social". you've painted a brilliant poem and commentary on an era! love the details, referring to the old masters of the late renaissance in the format. i see vermeer and raphael all over this.
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