Five years old in the hallway

Walking back to class in line

Smaller than the other kids

No one minds too much

Coming home with my best friend

To gumballs and Mister Rogers

No homework and no tests

Learning to read and count

Mom isn’t gone all day

She still cooks dinner

All together as a family

I don’t eat in my room

Everything is so big and curious

Late picture books and bee stings

Are the only worry on my tiny mind

The world is a little bit blurry

Vignette of age creeps along the corners

Glimpses on the news and mom frowning

Go over my little blonde head

And I am innocent