when middle aged ladies at your mom’s

birthday party

in Olive Garden compliment the black dress

you bought yesterday

and tell you you’re getting too skinny

for your own good

but they wish they had that problem

and you’re so beautiful

please stop growing up I remember

when you were young

there’s nothing you can do about

getting old

that dress won’t fit forever and that

face will change and

you’ll sit in an Olive Garden seeing

some other girl

and wouldn’t it be nice if things could

always be the same.