The old home movie jittered a bit sometimes
But, you could see her walk in the room
The birthday girl in all of her finery
Thinking she owned the world and she did
Three-inch pointy-toed heels and a dark pink dress
Not a hair out of place on her head
The brightness of the film made her likeness fade
But, she had left her impression
Spoiled by two parents who loved her more than life
She was smug and still shy all at once
It was her birthday and she was sweet sixteen
No one ever looked better, she thought
The film flutters again and we see her face
Smiling at her adoring family
This sixteen-year old girl was so very lucky
Everyone understood her so well
It’s quite an experience to see yourself
The way you were and how you acted
Funny, I don’t even remember the pink dress
Just the huge curlers for that hairdo
I sit and watch this film over and over
Wondering about the day and times
Crying over the parents who looked so grand
I’m that girl again .. and, still .. sixteen
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