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Awkward Conversation
The second I came through the front door my fourteen-year-old daughter asked, “How was your date?”
“Fine,” I replied. How else should I answer the offspring of my failed marriage? Could she see the lingering aura of pleasure on my face? Could she read my eyes and see what they had seen?
“He was a true gentleman,” I said, but my eyes gave me away as they saw a replay of his final throbbing thrusts before he knelt over my parted lips. I wondered if she saw any part of the scene as she watched my eyes?
“It was a night to remember, and he asked me out again,” I said, looking away while pouring a glass of wine. “Now go to bed my young curious child.”
She smiled, then leaned down and kissed my lips. I was reminded of her father’s height and wondered if she tasted remnants of the night’s pleasure with my new love.
Her eyes looked at my wineglass as she licked her lower lip. I saw small puddles at the corners of her eyes. Then she whispered, “I want you to be happy,” before walking silently to her bedroom.
“Fine,” I replied. How else should I answer the offspring of my failed marriage? Could she see the lingering aura of pleasure on my face? Could she read my eyes and see what they had seen?
“He was a true gentleman,” I said, but my eyes gave me away as they saw a replay of his final throbbing thrusts before he knelt over my parted lips. I wondered if she saw any part of the scene as she watched my eyes?
“It was a night to remember, and he asked me out again,” I said, looking away while pouring a glass of wine. “Now go to bed my young curious child.”
She smiled, then leaned down and kissed my lips. I was reminded of her father’s height and wondered if she tasted remnants of the night’s pleasure with my new love.
Her eyes looked at my wineglass as she licked her lower lip. I saw small puddles at the corners of her eyes. Then she whispered, “I want you to be happy,” before walking silently to her bedroom.
Published 15th Jan 2022
| Edited 20th Feb 2024
Author's Note
This is taken from a journal entry of a conversation with my beautiful daughter not long after my divorce.
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15th Jan 2022 1:37pm
Wow, such a poem of disclosure. I could feel your anxiety and awkwardness as you discussed your "date" with your teen. The one time you hoped maybe she wasn't so curious. But at the end the reader comes away with a daughter's love of her mom.
Very hard for the children to go through such a tough moment. They are at a crossroads. But they always want their parents to be happy, especially a mother-daughter relationship. . A beautiful moment of love and affection and care. You both women are incredible.
Love
KS
Love
KS
Did she see, did she taste, did she know?......but all smoothed away by a reassuring daughter's wish for her mother's happiness. (A reverse of what most people may have experienced when younger and starting out in life). That is how reading this leaves me feeling.
6th Sep 2022 00:41am
The daughter is like the mother who is now the child finding her mother waiting for her return from a date.
What is implied in the kiss opens up possibilities that lead into atypical moments.
A mother who passes on the tastes from her lover just conjures up a lot of questions as to the woman's state of mind.
What was in her head's space back then?
What is implied in the kiss opens up possibilities that lead into atypical moments.
A mother who passes on the tastes from her lover just conjures up a lot of questions as to the woman's state of mind.
What was in her head's space back then?
