This Kid
This Kid
I look out the window and see blue sky
Picking up bugs and chasing butterflies
The days are long with play, naps and laughing
This kid is just beginning
I made it on the dance team, scored top in the speech meet
Played volleyball, and hung out all night talking about boys
Learned to write a report, had my heart broken,
This kid is starting to grow
My parents weren’t going to be married anymore.
My mom fought cancer and fought like a rockstar and won
My grandpa, got sick, we took care of him til he died
This kid catapulted to unkid stuff and stood up tall.
Wrestled I did, over and over.
Too much didn’t seem fair and knocked me around
To eat or not to eat, to lose weight til it’s too much
I longed for control of something - this kid stuck in the mud.
I know, I learned, that not all of life is fair, in fact not even the goal
Life is precious & beautiful in its twists and turns
To love, to run, to laugh, to learn and stretch and grow
This kid, will hope to stay in the wonder of seeing life as a kid always.
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