Eighteen

Eighteen

Written by Seni Senevirante

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For Kate

Roses shout above a table, filled with this year’s
birthday breakfast – ripe strawberries, flushed cherries,
blushing plums – to mark your eighteen years of growing,
under my watchful eyes.

Now you dance out of my reach, a woman from my blood,
popping with passion, aglow in the heat of future plans.
You drape the crimson shawl of my love around you,
gaze beyond my horizons, leave my nest.

I remember the velvet of your luscious baby skin,
born on a silent morning, coaxed to cry, blue feet
turning pink. Today red celebrates your arrival
at the door to tomorrow.