(For Jaimie)

Orange sky, brings the early dawn,
I think to myself in sleepless yawn.
Because I am slightly too tired to say,
In the dawn, of this, my best friend's birthday,
Into thoughts in my head, I sink,
How it is just so insane to think,
She is a women now!
She is a women,how?
In all strange ways, we are almost the same,
In all strange ways, almost the same name,
Her heart is like a morning of spring,
Sounding of bluebirds, the songs they sing,
So let us sit down, relax in the kitchen,petal,
Slip off your shoes, as I boil the kettle.

-Jamie F. Nugent