She - poem

At birth, she almost died;

At one, she's the apple of grandma's eyes.

At two, she's so adorable and cute;
At three, she played with anything new.

At four, she wondered about life in the day;
At five, she cried when grandma passed away.

At six, she wanted to leave her home;
At seven, she lived life in the gloom.

At eight, she wished she were dead;
At nine, she never lifts her head.

At ten, she knew life's cruel;
At eleven, she believed in "Never."

At twelve, she saw the Light;
At thirteen, she found her Friend and Guide.

At fourteen, she knew life had meaning;
At fifteen, she prayed in the evenings.

At sixteen, she knew what she'd work as;
At seventeen, she went ahead to be just that.

At eighteen, she knew her work made her glad;
At nineteen, she guarded her heart so it won't be sad.

At twenty, she thought someone might understand;
At twenty-one, she knew no one could sense.

At twenty-two, she learned to run or defend;
At twenty-three, she built her fence.

At twenty-four, she wondered what's the best use of life;
At this time, she knows to love is the best before one dies.

And the best expression of love is one's TIME for the loved ones before it flies to the sky.

- bee

posted Monday, 26 July 2004