Not a Kid Anymore
I think about the time
My siblings and I ran outside to play
Not knowing it would end someday
I think about the time
My dad and I built a fort
Not knowing that the time was short
I think about the time
My grandma set a place for herself and me
Not knowing it would be my last tea party
I loved these activities
But they all came to an end
Because I no longer wanted to play or pretend
I now appreciate those simple moments of being a kid
To run, laugh, and play
But now I dream of having my own kids someday
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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