I can't wait

To turn Eighteen

I'll finally be living

My own dream

But Momma keeps saying:

Don't grow up so fast.

 

In my one-room apartment

Feasting on my gourmet dinner of romen noodles

and studying for finals.

I'm so glad I'm growing up at last!

 

Balancing bills and errands

and time with the kids.

One new wrinkle is the result

of one more laugh.

How do the future years keep becoming the past?

 

Waking up this morning

I thank God for another day.

I move slowly about

as each each movement sends another ache.

Why didn't I slow down instead of wanting to grow up so fast?