The world is grand.
Walking hand in hand with mom and dad,
My sunglasses frame this clean, copacetic polaroid.
One day I grew up.
I took off my shades and wandered on my own.
I often forget how old I've grown,
Still thinking I'm a child in a young lady's body.
Everything once covered in glitter,
Washed away by responsibilities and truth.
Figuring out who I am, what I want, and who I hope to be,
Prioritizing, scheduling, resting, and repeating.
That little blonde girl sticks around to this day,
But I'd never spoil the future for her.
I'd spend a day in her shoes once more,
If even for an hour,
Just to remember how precious those times had been.