When Time Passes

Wasn’t I just an infant? Crying in my mother’s arms and receiving all sorts of attention?


Wasn’t I just three? Crawling and walking everywhere to feel big?


Wasn’t I just five? The days of heading off to kindergarten and the excitement rushing through me?


Wasn’t I just seven? When the playground at school was the best place to play?


Wasn’t I just nine? When I acted as if I was a princess and the world revolved around me?


Wasn’t I just eleven? The whole year I had the same double digits?


Wasn’t I just thirteen? The “cool” teenager who needed to text and have a good amount of friends?


Wasn’t I just fifteen? When all I wanted was to turn 16 and have bigger opportunities?


Am I now really seventeen? Going to college in less than two years and becoming an adult? 

— Meghan Onderdonk 

2 thoughts on “When Time Passes

  1. I was just thinking about this the other day. It’s so scary to think that next year is senior year and after that we’re not kids anymore! Great poem by the way!

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