For Olivia, on Your Eighth Birthday
by Morgan S. Grether
You're eight years old today; that's twice as old
As Violet is, a feat you'll never find
A way to duplicate… although I should
Not put it past you, as you're capable
Of things I've never dreamed; impossible
Accomplishments seem possible with you.
I don't believe in magic, but you make
Me second-guess myself sometimes with all
You do these days. Like when you open up
Your mouth and Japanese comes pouring out.
Yes, then my ears are filled with wonderment,
And air feels full of angels; reason bows
Out happily; my hairs begin to stand
On end, as life is charged with your ambitions.
Turn an 8 and see it is infinity.