Aging (A Birthday Poem)

December 29, 2010
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My thoughts unfurl…
How do years pass at such a pace?
Today nineteen, once a girl
With frosting smeared across her face

A swarm of balloons, a pointed party hat
The flash of a camera, too bright for little eyes,
The high note of the birthday song as always far too flat,
Yet still the voices rise…

Another year has passed,
And how much have I changed?
Sometimes I wish moments would last,
That time could be rearranged.

I fear I am all grown
(The thought gives me a chill),
But everything I’ve ever known
Lies deep within me still.

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