16 hours past 2:00,
There came Timmy from down the block.
He asked my mom, “Can Susie play?”
She said, “I don’t think so, not today.”
He turned around and muttered “Goodbye.”
I looked up at my mom, and simply said “Why?”
She said, “Girl you’re much too young to have a guy.”
I stomped my foot and crossed my arms
As she explained it did less good, more harm.
“Boys are like socks,” she said, “My dear
They keep you warm for awhile, and then disappear
into the washing machine or the world.
They don’t stop to think about any girl.”
“No way mom! Not Timmy!” I defend.
“We’re only 8 years old! Only best friends.
We won’t fall in love, that’s gross,” I frown.
“We just wanna go play in the park downtown.”
My mom sighed and shook her head.
“This happened to your father and I, It really did-
We were just like you two, innocent and young.
It was way too late before we realized what we’d begun
And now we’re married, and we have you.
You’re going through the same things that we went through.”
“No way mom,” I deny.
“I won’t love that boy. I’d rather die.”
Twelve years later, and I do declare.
This white wedding dress, I do wear.
On the clock, sixteen hours past two
Is when Timmy and I will finally say “I do.”

About “Sixteen Hours Past Two”

This is one of my favorites. I think it’s cute. The idea just came to me, and I wrote it down.