Rhythm

Jenarita Plante

Anchor Staff Writer

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The strike of midnight as life begins,

Breathing, seeking, helpless and new.

The dawn of the day brings new moments,

New days, weeks, months, years.


A baby girl blossoms like a beautiful rose,

Dancing through moments trying to catch the sun.

Childish dreams turn into teenage thoughts.


Learning to love,

Loving to learn,

The years in school soar by.

Another hour strikes,

The rhythm of the clock matches the rhythm of her soul.


Books turn into anthologies,

The girl's world turns into scholarly thoughts.

Searching for knowledge,

She finds another piece of her soul.


One becomes two,

The moments fall into place and they turn to six.

The girl has become a mother,

Heart split into five,

Four beats outside of her own.


Learning to love,

Loving to learn,

The years of maturity soar by.

Another hour strikes,

The rhythm of the clock matches the rhythm of her soul.


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