Wilma Ruth Haggett Poetry

At fourteen you thought you were grown
You didn’t realize it was your youth you were blowing
You were fourteen going on forty
You had your first baby at fifteen
Babies having babies it seems
You missed a lot of youth’s fun schemes
But you didn’t stop there you had two more
Before you were twenty but I guess that’s what happens
When you’re fourteen going on forty
Now you’re grown and you realize what a mistake you made
There are guys to meet and parties to go to but none of that
Is going on for you
You have other things to do one child in kindergarten
One in preschool and another in day care
A house to clean clothes to wash and the list goes on
Because you were fourteen going on forty
You were to young to know what you were saying yes to
But you wanted someone to love you
Even though you were really to young to know what love was
You were fourteen going on forty
You grew up to fast because you had no one to tell you not to
You had those raging teenage hormones telling you what to do
You were fourteen going on forty
To young to go where you were going not realizing that you
Were about to lose the years when you should have stayed
A little girl and not a mom
You were fourteen going on forty

Poet: Wilma Ruth Haggett