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Growing Up
April 8, 2017
We use our feet to touch the stars
We swing our feet and jump to Mars
We want to be an astronaut, a vet
A doctor, to play for the Mets
We want to sit on Mommy's lap
and have her spin a tale
Want to ride on doggy
and pull on kitty's tail
But we grow up,
and see that life
isn't flying,
or jumping to Mars
There's confusion, heartbreak,
pain, sorrow,
happiness, and strife
written in the stars
So come here child,
sit on my lap, tell me of kings and queens
I'll listen to you forever, put you to sleep,
And whisper “Have sweet dreams”
© Courtney K., Bethel Park, PA
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I wrote this while on a swing during my younger brother's baseball game. I was feeling really down and wished I could be a kid again. I remembered how it felt to be on a swing as a kid, like I was flying. The world felt endless, and like I could do anything