Poem by Alan Paul Collenette
Please help me to be twelve again, I miss myself.
Of my country and my family
I have little to say.
I do not believe in countries
Or families.
I found my tattered notebook yesterday
my girlish, private, penciled thoughts on each lined page.
Yes, granted, I was twelve
a tiny unformed girl.
I suppose I couldn’t grasp the truth about us all
But on this page, I’m laying out the gist
of what that young girl wrote:
A country is no more than a device
Please help me to be twelve again
Imaginary, celebrated.
An artifice of division.
There are no countries, except
if our blue planet were a country
Well, that’s a country I can love.
Please help me to be twelve again
Alan Paul Collenette
Alan Paul Collenette is a writer and a Scottish expatriate. Alan's short stories, poems, essays and articles have appeared in Bust Out, San Francisco Business Times, The Registry and in Writers Digest where he received Honorable Mentions in the 71st Annual Competition in the Genre Short Story and Literary Short Story categories. He is currently working on a historical novel based on the life of John Paul Jones, the legendary Scotsman, and founder of the US Navy.
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