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There had to be a last time
I jumped into a heap of leaves
Sinking into its crispy, crackling cushion
There had to be a last time
I stared wide-eyed at the sparkling Christmas tree
Or held a ladybug in the small palm of my hand,
Holding my breath so it wouldn't fly away
There had to be a last time
I belly-flopped into the icy pool
Splashing and laughing
Until my fingers looked like raisins
And there had to be a last time
I pretended to be someone I'm not
just for fun
Or danced
just because
Or twirled round and round till the world was
just a quickly passing blur
All this silently slipped away from me
And now I've begun to miss it
For the first time


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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ForeverForgotten said...
Nov. 6, 2010 at 9:19 am
This poem is awesome. I accidentally rated it 4 stars instead of 5. Sorry. I miss being a kid too, when you didn't think about what people thought about you and you just let yourself be free.
 
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