At the top of the slide
I squealed in delight
My chubby fingers clasped around a dandelion
I didn’t care how dirty my hands were


In a small dress
My hair in a bow
I walk through the damp grass
With a happy heart
And a toothless grin

Now
In a coffee house
Surrounded by friends
I chat and laugh
Pretty smiles
Busy minds
Painted Nails
I fix my hair

In a quiet classroom
I sketch a single flower
On the corner of my notes
Musing of an adoration
And the bell chimes
One so familiar
And I stand
And Lift the heavy bag onto my shoulder
And saunter into the busy halls


I'm a child no more...