The Big One Eight
today, sister, you are an adult
among the hurried ones in suits
attention cast to watches and briefcases.
today, sister, i cannot look
upon the numeral of your age
without the feeling i have missed something.
today, sister, it is not just a birthday.
the whole house has fogged up
with unknown feelings.
today, sister, my throat is dry
when i try to show my joy
of this day when you were born.
today, sister, perhaps
it is i who simply cannot fathom
that you are the child i grew up with
no longer.
Copyright © Stephenie Smith | Year Posted 2007
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