11.25.19

Sweet 18 

You made my youth bloom into fresh honeysuckle 

Showed the purity of kisses, laughter, and loss 

What envy and love did to some that made soil dry and roses rot 

What patience and compassion did to the sunflowers that bloomed 

And the sunshine that warmed the soul 

Of the other curious youths who made the age of 17 a crossroads 

You made time real when the clock struck 12 

And you made life more powerful and impactful than what it was before.