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.