Growing Up
When I was young and busy having fun
I was occupied with growing up
Putting my mothers shoes
And maybe some of her rogue
Shinny jewelry was my favorite
As I became a teenager
I would revert to younger behavior
Testing my parents limits
In to my twenties
Growing up brought on newer responsibilities
And some brought alcohol hostiles
Then came motherhood
Sleepless nights and a sick baby
Growing up wasn’t so important
Sleeping was, because
Unlike childhood I couldn’t wait to rest on my pillow
Now I’m in a new age bracket
I like peace and quiet and I’m tired of racket
I no longer wish to grow up
In fact as each birthday passes
I find I reach more for my glasses
And I
Wish to be younger again
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