The Number
I’m thinking of a number.
do you know what it is?
A number between make believe and make-up,
between three and twentyone,
between toys and poise.
Sweet petulance
confused enlightenment
contradicting certainty that only wants
to be left alone
at the centre of the Universe.
Do you know the number?
Have you been the number?
Fourteen.
#67
for my sweet, sophisticated fourteen year old granddaughter
Linda Studley 
I have a daughter who has been reminding of this magical number on a daily basis this year.
Another great poem!
Yep, 14 can be a challenge! lol. Thanks for the kind words.