Little Child
As a child
I rubbed Dandelions on my cheek.
As a child
I searched for
Four leaf clovers.
As a child
I waited on Christmas eve
With youthful anticipation.
As a child
I ate sweet tarts
With screwed up lips.
As a child
I never looked under the bed at night.
As a child
I was free to cry
When crying was necessary.
As a child
I laughed when the time called for it.
As a child
I liked the food I liked
And dribbled down my chin
That which I didn’t.
As a child I feared the unknown
And did not know fear.
Now I am older
What happened?
Poet
