Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded
From the world in a tight hug.
A photograph captures my father’s love.
Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand,
A constant in this changing land.

A sunset paints the azure sky,
And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water.
A paradise in a different world,
Away from troubles and danger,
During innocent days I can no longer remember.

Blue balloons and princess gowns and smiles from ear to ear.
A sprightly girl, I put on shows for all to see.
My mom’s Elly May, and my dad’s Brown Eyed Girl;
He’d take me dancing in the living room and give me a good twirl.
These are the days I’ve come to miss,
And I wish I’d taken two bags of Oreos rather than one.

Friday night crime shows, or perhaps a girl with ruby shoes
My parents would welcome me into their arms for a movie or two.
Easy Sunday mornings and breakfast at noon
From the radio floats the constant loop
That is my dad’s signature tune.

I couldn’t wait to be older and live on my own,
Like the adults in the shows that I came to know.
I was always too busy, I was always too tired,
I put in more effort than was required.

Mistakes found me by the dozen, relationships suffered,
I wish I had swiped left before there was no more of me to offer.
Unsatisfied and hungry, ready for more,
I jumped on new freedoms when I saw the open door.

Now that I’ve grown in many a way,
I look back and think and wish I could stay
In one of those times where the horizon was clear
And decisions about college wouldn’t come up the next year.

I take bigger portions, I dress in my own style,
Who would’ve guessed beauty standards would grow
Far more than a mile.

I fear for my future, and I fear for my now.
I know I’d get through it if someone told me how.
My parents astound me in so many ways;
They do the unfathomable each and every day.
For a girl who can barely find her way home,
The world is a shark, looming with the unknown.

What lies in the future, no one can tell.
Before it gets better, it’s sure to be hell.
I don’t think I’m ready, and there’s so much at stake.
Perhaps I should be left in the oven to bake.

Everyone’s getting older; I wish it would stop.
I’d pay millions to the man who could turn back the clock.
I long for the good times, I long for simple days,
Yet I know no matter how many stars I wish on,
The now is here to stay.

I’ll smile and laugh about the future.
I’ll even put on a brave face,
But not for a second should you doubt
I’d rather be some other place.

My days are not exceptional
I get up, I eat, I breathe
And I go back to sleep.

I am simple.
I'm colored in gray.

She is the sun,
A brilliant, bright yellow.
Her face has color.
In her eyes,
There is light.
She is young.

But I
Am not.
We share our years
In number alone.

Because my bones
Are heavy with time.

She is the moon.
She pulls,
And I will follow
As she commands.

Burning brightly as fire,
I am ensnared
By her haughty gaze.
I will share with her the beauty
Of the world around us.

Once she emerges
From her personal bubble,
From her small
World of self.

With age comes patience.
I can wait.