Sonnet 1
So fragile, I feel like I am glass
About to break, about to crash
The sun here all day, and gone in a flash
Taking in the fresh scent of freshly-mowed grass
Growing as my youth is about to pass
Fading as the wind grabs a lash
Hoping my life will be more than just a tombstone’s dash
Hoping my composure can be as strong as brass
I think about my childhood I’ve spent
Doing things that I never thought of
Things I never thought would matter in times like this
I never thought would make me ready and content
You give me a little push out of love
I am ready for adulthood, as I give you one last kiss