Seventeen

(poems go here) Remember when we used to play? Running and laughing, oblivious to the day? Gunning down ridiculous notions of reasons not to stay our age. The seasons came and Laura grew up. Like the gingerbread houses near the flora, She blew up. No more tea party cups, or dress-ups. Sometimes I reminisce of our childhood bliss. Its hard not to miss, Times like this require a wish. and when you blow the candles, Remember the Virginia snow. That is where your life took Its hold on the journey of getting old. But now this place is your home, and never relinquish the power To make it your own. I believe that all your dreams Are within your group, As long as it is God's hand you tightly clasp. So rightly demand the best of yourself, and make nothing else. Take a stand for the rest of values, and don't forget, I couldn't have done this without you.