People lived the year in anticipation
Wondering could life as it was continue on.
I too lived that year in anticipation
Wondering could life as it was continue on
In my little world called family.
But I wasn’t thinking of the end of the millennium,
The alignment of planets nor,
An eradication of human existence.
Instead I was thinking of a new human life,
Watching my mothers’ stomach swell
As she created something unknown to me.
I was given a new name that year,
A title I couldn’t yet fully understand.
Childish explanations of life and growth
And how our family was expanding.
Two of us for two of them,
And the same unconditional love.
Hair pulling, tell-tales and now
Empty hangers in my wardrobe
Have marked the passing of sixteen years.
Hair styling, fairytales and now
The sharing of clothes (mostly agreed)
Have marked the past sixteen years.
So, when the bells chimed and the ball was dropped
On that millennial New Years Eve
People exhaled in a sigh of relief, but not me –