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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