Inner Child
The child that lies inside of me
Being so blind that it cannot see.
That inner child refuses to grow
In growing, maturity, you show.
Baby steps, makes you grow, you see
It is easy like A, B, C.
The child was in a playful mood
I laughed until it felt so good.
I will grow up one of these days
For now, I will remain this way.
Phyllis Babcock
1/20/12
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2012
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