A Poem for Sophie Who Is Eleven Today
And aren't you funny, so suddenly tall,
all arms and legs and long, blonde hair
and brown as a summer bean, and girl,
dishing it out as good as you get it,
and laughing a different kind of laugh,
like you know things you didn't before,
and full of ideas that slide outside,
way outside, the lines, all original and
sideways, like you have something to say
that is strange and swirling and big,
bigger than yourself, bigger than all
of us, bigger than you've ever been,
and, look out, I can see this confident girl
is about to tell a story that may not end up
the way it started out, that may be bigger
than the page, and that will twist the world
around her in some crazy knots, and won't
that be a carnival for those who get to watch!
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