Sarah At Eighteen by Sandy M. Humphrey
For one moment let the clock not tick the seconds away
Give me this time to stand fast and appreciate
The sound of her name as it is called before all to hear
The smile on her face as she walks across the stage and graduates
Pictures flash before me and then fade to black
A baby girl jumping into Uncle Jimmy’s arms
A two year old in a Big Top Elephant Car
A three year old with smiling eyes that charm
How did we go from Bonne Bell lip Smackers
Crayolas, sno-cones, Easter dresses straight from the rack
To Smashbox, paint brushes, shoes, Starbucks
Prom dresses custom fit with cut out backs
Seems like yesterday when she curled up head in my lap
Now its head on my shoulder and lets look ahead
College, work, summer plans, boyfriends, BFF’s
Yet still we watch TV sprawled out on my bed
Our brown eyed girl with muffins made
Pass the gravy for the ribs and we’ll go through hell
In a week together laughing all the way
In pj’s at IHOP so many inside jokes to tell
Her mother’s dream she is as prophesied
She is all girl, a gift and how fortunate are we
This artist, dancer, leader, beautiful Angel
Became a part of our family tree.
05/16/2011 Author's Note: Our bonus child, my niece, graduates this Friday from High School. As is my custom I honor the occasion with poetry.
Posted on 05/16/2011 Copyright © 2025 Sandy M. Humphrey
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