Oh little girl,
Standing there with your five-year-old drama:
"I'm a purple butterfly and she’s a blue one,"
And your never-ending frustration at us because we, still, fail to see the problem.
Oh little girl,
Screaming loudly with your five-year-old exhaustion:
Never wanting to sleep, but needing to so badly.
And your ugly yells directed at us, the enemy, because we-once again- make you take your nap.
Oh little girl,
Laying there with your five-year-old fears:
The monsters under your bed and the ghost in the closet.
And your panicked cries in the middle of the night because we must have missed one in our check before bed.
Oh little girl,
Sitting there with your five-year-old cuteness:
Taking five minutes to put your baby dolls to sleep only to wake them up in one minute.
And your never-ending love and excitement because you know, deep down, we all love you.
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It's really awesome Katie!
ReplyDeletei love this. it really shows the importance of innocence. It really brought me back to those days too [=
ReplyDeletei love the structure of this poem, and the words you used. i like how you said ugly yells.
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