Peach - Callan Latham

Peach fuzz brain
just beginning--
still living with mother;

the branch is getting too
small, or maybe it’s you--
you’re getting too big!

Your heart,
a porous pit,
grows with each day--
you know, you started out as a flower;
you were so cute—and now look at you!

The day has almost come
for you to let go--
not truly ripe, but
just enough.

Boxes, made of fallen cousins
and grandmothers
(your mother watches you go;
she swells with pride--
you’re all grown up!),
come to collect you.

You are in the world,
on your own--
or maybe you’re just in a grocery store,
all polished and clean and
waiting for your first job interview--
what could you be?

A pie, perhaps;
a jar of jam preserves
stored in the cupboard,
waiting for the perfect piece of toast to come along;
a cobbler served with vanilla ice cream;

​or maybe you’ll just be a peach.
Callan states, "I wrote the poem 'Peach' to describe growing up. Peaches are vulnerable, and going into the world is exciting—the possibilities are endless." 

Callan is in 12th grade at Theodore Roosevelt High School. The Editors noted that they thought this poem was very fun to read and it was interesting to show the perspective of food. Callan also submitted the poem "Sundae."

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