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On Turning 18 By Laura E. Sessions At four I was sweeter At seven I was more forgiving At thirteen I was happy Fourteen not so much At sixteen I had finally healed But now I am 18 And old wounds open up The bitter taste of sorrow The heavy burden of regret You had so much to teach me But then you up and left You went where I can't follow And now you can't come back My birthday is almost over And I know what I won't get A phone call or a card to say you love me Thanks for nothing Dad Now I am 18.