Third Birthday

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

One day, I will be old.


My hair will be white and my skin will fall loosely from my face.

I will have yellow fingernails and false teeth.

I will be old.

You will never be old. Your hair will stay it's red, dark and wispy. Your eyes will remain clear and your fingernails will keep their tiny pale moons.

You would have been three years old on Friday. Your hair would have fit into ponytails. You would have been big enough to sit at the table. You would have been able to help make your own cake.

But you will never be older. You will never age- you will remain elusive and you will remain the same. Always the same.

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