Since when is growing no longer a good thing?
When I was a little girl
I was told to eat my food
Track my height
Keep each tooth I lost under the pillow
Hang every report card on the fridge
These little accomplishments
Everything to a proud, growing girl.
And now that I’m older
Suddenly, growing is a bad thing
Growing old
Getting wrinkles
Achy knees, backs, and elbows.
Why can’t wrinkle lines be just as special
As the little markings my dad made
To mark the progression of my height?
Each little line from a laugh, a kiss, a sip of iced coffee
Little lines that suddenly mark tragedy rather than triumph.
Why can’t growing still be a good thing?
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