Young Memory
I do not want to do adult today.
Let us, please, my love, go out to play.
Please, agree to no adult today.
No purse, no keys, not even the car;
Let us walk to the park, it is not far.
Today we can be preteen baseball stars.
Think of the sweet memories we will gain
Should we sever responsibilities chain
And live from our dormant, child-like brains.
I want jeans, tennis shoes, my bright cap -
I will put my hair thru the hole in back.
Grab water, baseballs, our gloves and bats.
We will hit, pitch, catch and we will run.
We will touch the bases, one by one.
I plan to be dirty when we are done.
Same old, same old, makes no memory,
So, come, my love, and be young with me.
... CayCay
October 6, 2015
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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