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For Violet, on Your Seventh Birthday

by Morgan Stone Grether

Tonight it’s clear that I’m a lucky man.

Seven is my lucky number, yes,

For seven years you’ve made me smile and laugh,

For seven years you’ve made me proud as heck.

For seven is the age you’re turning now.

Astounding little smartypants, tough

As steel, and clever with all your jokes,

You talk to me in Japanese and teach

Me Minecraft tricks; you read me books and love

When I am reading books to you. You used

To say My Little Pony books were best,

But last weekend you said you have outgrown

Them. And I wonder what you’ll outgrow next,

As you change so fast before my eyes I can’t

Keep up. I woke one morning stunned to find

Your baby face had vanished; in its place,

A beautiful young woman. From the start,

Although you love to play with us and be

With us, you’ve been the family member who

Is fiercely independent, Lady March-

To-Her-Own-Drummer. How I cherish that!

And you should too; it’s far too rare these days.

Yes, you make new friends on every playground, like

A tiny politician; and yes, you love

To roughhouse, launching on your sister and

Me, shouting loudly “We are sandwiches!” Yet

You’re quite content to sing alone in bed

Or ponder hazy daydreams by yourself,

Miss Violet-Stands-Alone. Just know that as

The years fly past and as you grow and change,

And outgrow this or that, and keep on running

Down your independent paths, there is

One thing that doesn’t change, one thing on which

You can depend: your family’s here for you.

So here are seven hugs and seven big,

Sweet kisses, seven knock-knock jokes, and here

Are seven more of everything for you!

Composed: April 2015