Last month,I packed my backpack
And a scrapbook
About Monarch butterflies
To show off during recess.
Last week, my uncle adviced
Never to pick
On those pesky zits announcing youth.
I meddled, anyway - those scars
Telling stories, fresh from days ago.
Last night, I fell head over heels
For a curly haired, large eyed boy
That was so different from me.
I took a chance and said 'yes'to his 'will you?'
It's only last night - but I know I chose well.
This morning I woke up -
Opening my eyes to the mirror
Staring at a mom of two.
Her laugh lines, dulling skin,
Stray greys taking aid of a bright grin
To look like the kid
Bragging about a scrapbook success.
Those things that are so recent
Reduced to flecks in time..
I look back with squinted eyes
And a confused mind...
Life is too short
To even be little!