Oh, little girl
My, you have grown
Your sweet hair and cheeks...
I should've known
Another year done,
It has come to pass.
Your birthday is here,
Finally, at last!
Nine moons in the making,
In the womb of your mother,
Such purity and innocence,
Yes, like no other
Thirteen years of thriving,
In the creation of God.
Blessings uncountable,
Neither even nor odd.
You're no longer little,
Yet not a woman, but a girl.
You must study and learn,
Not crawl, play and twirl.
So thank everyone you know,
Throw your hand on their shoulder.
And cherish this day,
For you are a year older.
Happy Birthday to meee~!!! (January 2)
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Underachieving Poems
PoetryAn ambitious teenage girl with a lack of writing prowess tries poetry. Don't even bother.
