Almost eight, never late, she declares;
faster than dawdling first-graders, she compares.
Reading big books, writing in cursive,
playing musical scales by the octaves.
Ponies rule, boys drool, she maintains.
Hugs make humans happy, she explains.
In her grade-school world, kindness reigns.
Friends come and go, love remains.
The insights she’ll glean when she’s
Do you remember when you were eight?
Have some of your beliefs changed over the years?
Do you appreciate how much you’ve evolved?