Friends are those
who bring you to spoon honey together
and
who run with you when the bees get angry
Friends are those
who bake the best chocolate chip cookies with you
even when
there were no chocolate chips to begin with
Friends are those
who swing beside you in the park
even if
they like the monkey bars better
Friends are those
who take pride in plaiting your hair beautifully
but
are happy to around in a simple ponytail
I run not
quick enough to escape angry bees
I make not
yummy cookies with chips or without
I like not
running in the park and getting dirty
I have not
pride in my clumsy fingers plaiting hair
So it was said
and believed
but I hope
even in lacking
I could still be
I would still be
your friend
and at this magical moment
in tranquil of beginning dawn
I shall say
Happy Sweet Sixteenth Birthday
