Eighteen

You listen to the children
as they guess your age
much to your delight
you let out a smile
as they return the favor
and revel in the thought
that their beautiful Ate
takes notice of them.

You turn to me
And stare deeper
Into my eyes and ask,
‘How old am I?’
and waited for answer.
I say eighteen
for you must have youth
always by your side.

* This is a birthday poem for Emily who celebrated her __th birthday last September. This is actually a repost from my old blogsite.