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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