Sunday, October 24, 2010

All of Me

sometimes
in my life


I
am reacquainted with a part of me


That
I miss from time to time


When
my legs wouldn’t carry me very far


And my arms would not endure heavy loads


When
my heart sings along with Bert and Ernie


The
part of me that still loves cookies and milk


Coloring
with crayons


One
who the size of the world overwhelmed


I
saw it as awesome


And
grown ups as giants


One
who was innocent


Who
did not know words like


Prejudice,
stereo-typing and apposition


But
now as a grown woman


With
an active inner child


Who
struggles with adulthood


I
truly understand


There
is not much difference


Between
a grown up child and a childish adult


For
I am both

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