18A Poem by settefor aprilWhen 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 setteReviews
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