18

18

A Poem by sette
"

for april

"

When you are 18,

you are now considered

a grown up

has the right to vote,

and has the right to buy liquor

and go to bars.

Now as an adult,

expected maturity in

thoughts, words and deeds.

 

Last night,

 

You were so beautiful in

a resplendent red and gold gown,

I never thought

You will be a beauty,

You hated dresses,

You hated make-up,

But the transformation was different.

 

First came,

the traditional

eighteen roses

offered by eighteen

closest men in your life.

the last dance will always be meaningful,

to the tune of Vandross’ “Dance with my father”.

your dad waltzed his baby for the last time.

 

Food was scrumptious,

too many viands to choose from,

my stomach was laden

with too many calories to count,

the noise was uncontrollable,

loud conversations were heard,

it was a party to remember.

 

Now came the eighteen candles,

eighteen women closest to your heart,

who will speak of their wishes one by one.

and I was one of them.

I only wished one thing for you,

don’t stop the challenges that come

In your life.

Be stronger, wiser and more beautiful

than before.

 

Let the party begin…


© 2018 sette


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A wonderful poem shared dear friend. 18 years old. Best days of our life if we are lucky. Can travel and test life.. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


awwwwwwww
so splendidly special, sette
filled with love to be sure
moving. 18 is special. :)))

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

yes it is another milestone in one's life especially for a woman, thanks for a wonderful review.
Such a beautiful and moving tribute to that special 18 year old..

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

yes she appreciated that. thanks for the nice review
Oo wish I was eighteen and living at your house
No party like that for me or my sisters
Aye well now you can vote
Get on with your training young lad and young lass (6 years apart) now you move into the adult athletic class
Races will be harder, longer, faster, get on with your training or you will fall by the way
Different worlds!


Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

it is a tradition here in this country, a part of culture. she is a special person to me so I attend.. read more
Wild Rose

6 Years Ago

I understand that > Dad was an ex pro footballer and was a strict one for training
They grow up so fast.
The world to conquer, life to lead.
Sometimes you can only chuckle to yourself, cos after all, you did a bloody good job.

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

yes i believe i did paul she is my best student
What a touching tribute to a special lady in your life. Gentle and tender. The traditions are so touching. The 18 year old for whom you wrote this will cherish this poem forever...no doubt in my mind. Lydi**

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

she did and what a favor, she wants the poem to be laminated too.
Written with tender empathy--and, of course, great love.
Gratifying read, Sette!

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

she is one of the most important people in my life. thanks my friend
Such a beautiful piece. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

thanks for appreciating it
accept my best wishes and extend my congratulations, oh' and hey, enjoy the party................

Posted 6 Years Ago


sette

6 Years Ago

she really did enjoy the party. and me too with the food and music plus the company who wouldn't
Neville

6 Years Ago

Sounds like it was great fun......
sette

6 Years Ago

yeah sure is

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