Eighteen
Today you turn eighteen
age of miracles and life, new
beginnings, brand new chance, you'll leave
without a backward glance, wasn't it just yesterday they
placed you in my arms? All the years of noise and grief, I should
feel a great relief. How many times did you hear me say get out, get out,
go out and play? Wasn’t it just yesterday? All the times we growled and screamed;
never as bad as it might seem. You wrote on my papers and broke my dove
and filled every moment of life with love, little did this mother know
how fast the time would really go. A life of lessons, some
yours, some mine, some slow, some fast, some hard,
some fine. I didn't mean it you know... get
out, don't touch, grow up . . .
don't go.