If I Could be Little

Jumping over puddles

Crunching the leaves

Holding Mom’s hand, as she leads me


Piggy back rides from Dad, because I’m falling asleep

Staring up at the stars, as they encompass me


A goodnight story, every once in a while

Wanting to be held, just as a child


If I could be little, just for a minute

I certainly would, take hold of it


But I’m older now, preparing for school

Not ready to leave, but excited to go


Do new opportunities await me?

I just need to know


I love new experiences, so why

Am I afraid to grow?

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