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Peggy Sue
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
It was the virtuousness of her environs that kept her on “that side” in the beginnings she was, probably still is, to some, a Peggy Sue of sorts, the good girl who never traveled that lane, knew what the flicking porch light meant, and cast side-ways glances at the boys in the leather jackets, wondering. She had marveled at “those” girls, for even while on the same level as they, she was so much younger in so many ways, in so many facets, that she was the elder but not by the calendar, and she yearned for what they had, for “those freedoms” which her own apron-waisted mother would not tolerate, so she skipped rope just the same as had been taught her and kept the questions in her breast. She still denies her escape by first marriage, for she had bought the lot of the fairied tale which would soon allow fate to wag at her, finger to her nose, and hated him when he said he was glad he took her away from all she knew and led her down a path she still regrets. She had always been told she was smart, so when she smarted enough from the finger-jabs of fate, she took hers by birth and fled to take care of love, encapsulated as she was in the bonding and escaped yet again. She believes she is somewhat better off today, sometimes, as there are those times where she wonders if lonely in herself is better than the second trappings she draped upon herself, as she can still feel the pull of the righted apron strings, and sometimes answers to Peggy Sue. Now, she looks at the hands that had held the double Dutch rope, follows the line of thought to her friend there, at the other end, whom she had wanted to be just like, seeing her hands at the other end, hearing, again, the laughing derision of freedom and penned with finality the sympathy card for the family of her friend who had laughed at Peggy Sue. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (05-07-2003 04:17 PM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
hmmm... in penning th ecard one sees the past at times and wonders indeed at the way we are and other are shaped by events... well done... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Deca girl..this is a different style or type of writing for you dear. This came from way deep inside, somewhere... I know a lot of women who make up the Peggy Sue's of this world. They learned by living life the 'right' way. The 'good girl' way of their mothers. Yes..I know this feeling..of missing out, wanting to...have fun, with the 'in crowd'. But, I wouldn't trade places with the girl at the other end of the skipping rope for anything.  Excellent write Deca my friend. ~Smiles & Hugs for this Keeper!~ [This message has been edited by Enchantress (05-07-2003 03:04 PM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
WIDE SMILES...  "Peggy Sue got married--end of story!" Somehow? I don't think so... |
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FlyingCloud Member
since 2003-04-28
Posts 151A little place inside my head |
This is an excellent write, because, as children, I think there is a bit of Peggy Sue inside of us. +Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.+ T. S. Eliot (1888 - 1965) [This message has been edited by FlyingCloud (05-07-2003 06:59 PM).] |
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