For Olivia, on Your 12th Birthday
by Morgan S. Grether
12! The duodecimal girl.
Sassy and witty and confident
All that I could ask for in a tween.
The year’s a blur for us, the boxes
Everywhere, boxes. The movers,
The chaos, the dust, the spiders.
The year’s a blur, but I hold you tight,
My eye in the hurricane
The calm in the center of it all.
Our new house is still so new
We can hardly catch our breaths.
Where will everything go?
Where will everything fit?
Who says we need forks?
It’s a new town and you call it the country.