Knowing she knows all there is to know
The day, the night, the sun, the snow
A blurry world where nothing was known
And now the end, clear and crisp as stone
Hope that once shook the earth anew
Morphed into a dejected blue
Of knowing that the end is near, and
Knowing she knows all there is to know
Drags even the highest peak of joy
So low
She remembers a time when the universe
In its stunning beauty, was gold
And there were moments of pride and strength
And she could hear her voice so bold
The delight of lazy summer days
And vibrant color of racing kites
And the memories, fresh and few
Warmth of picnics with honeydew
Photos hold only a past now gone, and
Knowing she knows all there is to know
She walks in fear and tumult
As much as it seemed it would never arrive
She can’t help but be an adult.
Adult
