By: Madison Sneath
You’re bold in sayingyou're gettin’ old,But honey,You’re sixteen!
Now, those aren’t wrinkles,Those are laugh lines.You say what you incline,But you got those wrinklesBecause of what I love mostAbout you.
You’ve always got gleeOn that beautiful face of yours.Always handin’ it outBecause when your headReached my hipAnd you touched the oceanFor the first time,I told you: smiles are free.
You took that and ran.You wouldn’t let go of my hand,So into the ocean we went whileYou exercised your right to smile.
Now, every day,You absorb the sun’s raysYou take its advice andSpread its light into eachShadow you see.
Thank God smiles are free spendin’Or makin’ rentWould’ve been that much harder.
You are getting older.Your experiences areAdding upAnd you have things to sayIn therapy each week.
But, honey,You’ve got laugh lines.
You’ve been hurtBut you’ve stood up.You’ve always found aReason to smileThrough the tears.And my God,I love you.