[DanaC]

My youngest niece is 18 next week - we're having a little gtg this weekend. I'm working on a poem (have been working on it off and on for a while). This is what I have so far - very rough draft.




Eighteen years, a slip of time,
To make you what you are today
Ah time,
Plays tricks on the mind.

‘Cause I can also plainly see,
Standing there in front of me
A crayon-clutching child of three
And yet, at the same time,
Standing right behind
A young woman, willow lithe
with the whole world at her feet.

And I remember buying books
With fairies on the cover and
Pictures every second or third page
Ah, they were all the rage those days.

You’ve come a long way from Witchland,
That’s for sure,
And Sylvanian families,
living out lives on the living room floor

And when you step onto the stage,
To command an audience’s gaze
As you twist and swirl,
I recall the little girl
Dancing with big sister,
To Regina Spektre,
As we all clapped along

I hope you know how proud we all are,
At all you’ve done so far,
But the thing that makes us most proud, is
The woman you’ve become.

You’re the queen of the one liners,
And Champion argumenter,
The keeper of the family technology
You’re funny and quick-witted,
Clever and committed,
And best of all you’ve great taste in TV.
And here’s the thing that pleases me no end,
That as your aunt, I can also call you friend.