Growing
Growing
I built castles with tinker toys
Mountains with blocks
Teddy bear he loved me
Raggedy Ann she talked
Will i be happy one day
The magic eight ball answered yes
I knew right away
And never had to guess
I drew pictures of pretty things
Like weeping willow trees
Tulips and daisies
Swaying in the breeze
Then came a strange silence
Raggedy Ann spoke no more
Teddy bear was still there
But not like before
It’s funny how life changes
As you grow older day by day
Colors slowly change
But they never fade away
I’m grown now
There are things i must do
And it’s not coloring pretty pictures
Like i use to
It’s real life
Something the eight ball can’t predict
Filled with pleasure and pain
And many times, conflict
As you grow, you’ll see
What’s inside can bring rain or shine
Don’t be alarmed if you get both
At the same time
Relax
May you never stop growing
No matter where you are
No matter where you are going©
Copyright © Rhonda Bennett | Year Posted 2011
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