How Things Change

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Today in English our teacher asked us to write to our childhood selves and I got to thinking. I ended up getting an idea for a poem, so here it is.

When daddy was the only man who had your heart.

When mommy was the most beautiful woman in the world.

When goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.

These are the days I wish I could live again.

 

When auntie and uncle wanted to spend all their time with you.

When grandma's cookies were the best you'd ever eaten.

When heartbreak was something you didn't know.

These are the days I long for.

 

When you could play all day and nap in the afternoons.

When you could scrape your knee and get hello kitty band-aids.

When grandpa knew everything.

These days are where I wish I could be.

 

Time wasn't something I watched and waited to pass.

I spy was all the entertainment I needed.

My brother and sister always knew how to make me laugh.

These are the times I'll never forget.

 

Things have changed.

I never see my siblings anymore.

I never play I spy anymore.

I'm always looking at clocks and watches or cell phones.

 

Things aren't the same.

Grandpa can't answer my questions.

The band-aids are stretchy and tan.

I go to bed late and wake up early.

 

These are my days now.

I know what true heartbreak is.

Grandma never makes me cookies anymore.

Auntie and uncle have children of their own now.

 

I wish the time would pass by faster.

Goodbyes mean forever.

Mommy will always be beautiful.

I will always love daddy.

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