Growth

She began her life
Like a small little package,
Bundled up like the fragile
Beauty she was.
Her days were filled
With sleeping and love
And getting used to this world
She had never seen before.
She began to walk one day
And learned to talk as well
And she ran all over the place
Without a care.
Her body had grown
Out of those baby clothes
And now she could dress like
A 'big girl'.
From walking to running,
She had to find a way to move,
So she found her way now
To her first bike.
Through cuts and scrapes
And falling in the grass,
She kept pushing onward
Until she got it right.
The little girl
With the cuts on her knees
Would soon go on
To a new stage in life.
'Middle school', most called it.
She called it 'prison'.
It was so big and new,
She felt lost all the time.
But this wasn't the last change
This young girl would see.
She moved on to high school,
The 'best time of your life'.
Peer pressure to smoke,
Have sex and do drugs
Clouded the young girl's mind
But through faith and love, she resisted.
She crossed a large stage
One summer day
And received a diploma
So she could go on her way.
She worked as hard as possible
And made it to the top.
As she threw her final graduation hat in the air,
She knew she was ready to face the world.
From job hunting
To high heels and make-up,
The young girl knew
She was a 'grown-up' now.
She met someone special,
And grew to love him dearly,
And they exchanged rings
Of an everlasting promise.
The years went on,
With car payments and light bills,
But through the stresses of life,
Their love lived on.
They watched their children
As they grew through their stages in life,
Remembering what it was like
To be that age.
Birthdays, graduations,
And enough memories to last a lifetime
All blurred by
Like sand in the wind.
This is how the woman found her self
In a funeral home one rainy day,
The one she loved with all her heart
Lying in a coffin.
Her tears were ones of emptiness
For she now was all alone
Without someone to share her home,
Without someone to hold.
Her life had been so beautiful
And successful at that,
But now her time was coming,
There was no going back.
She sat on the front porch
Of her old and crooked house
And watched as the sun set
And knew she was going home.