Eighteen
May 15, 2011
While looking for something I didn't find, I found something I wasn't looking for.
Stuffed in an envelope with an old glasses prescription and some long-ago paid bills, was a copy of the poem I gave to our son Seth when he turned eighteen. That was twenty three years ago this month.
I share it with thanks and apologies to the author whose name I can't find.
Eighteen
So you're eighteen.
God bless.
I was eighteen
A lifetime ago.
I was so grown up.
Knew everything
Was going to live forever.
And now I'm mortal.
And don't know so very much.
Like how you got to be eighteen so fast.
Or what I'm going to do when you're gone.
Which is now.
Just pasted this into my calendar for 2/5/2022 so I can pass it down to another generation :)
Posted by: Jeremy Kugel | May 15, 2011 at 10:37 AM