As a child,
Like a grown up, you would put on my make-up,
In my heels you'd stumble trying to stand up.
As a child,
Knowingly, you played at 'mothers' with your friends
Each one using grown up language in pretends.
As a child,
Many times you would not do as you were told,
Capricious, stubborn as any eight-year-old.
As a child,
Already knowing that you wanted to be
A loving mother, exactly, just like me.
As a child,
Peas in a pod, we went through it together
Daintily dancing through all kinds of weather.
Time has passed, and even though you're grown up now
Admit, you can't hide sometimes stumbling somehow
like a child.
What’s as good as blowing bubbles?
What’s cleaner than play dough or slime
and cheaper, no cost, small troubles?
Grown-up dandelions are fun;
ask any youngster in spring time.
They’re seeds for delight by the ton.
Neighbor kids may gather around
but who'd consider that a crime?
Grabbing a hose, they play splashdown.
It all makes this great-grandma smile
watching from the porch in her prime.
Lawn-lovers may gripe, “not worthwhile”.
What do you want to be
When you grow up?
Today it’s a doctor,
Yesterday, a chemist,
Last week, a singer.
It doesn’t matter
Because at eight,
You can be anything.
What are you going to be
When you grow up?
Now I say a professor,
Because I want to sound smart,
And really,
It doesn’t matter
Because at twelve,
You can change your mind.
What will your major be
When you grow up?
I hesitate, because I don’t know.
My friends do,
And somehow, I missed the memo.
But now it matters
Because at sixteen,
You should have a plan.
Who are you going to be
Now that you’re grown up?
And it hits me that “grown up”
Was never something I thought I would achieve.
Someday, somewhere, someone
And it’s all that matters
Because at twenty,
Grown up is just a child’s game.
a creep, an asshead, joker, fool
he wants to make another rule
a narcissist who wants his own way
the family leaves, not one will stay
tired of his trickery and pouts
even his parents are now on the outs
no one speaks to the grow- up big baby
his attitude as welcome as rabies
Peace,Hope, love, acceptance of each others differences, a warm home for the unsheltered kids and moms, Christmas trees brightly dressed in holiday lights..
A full table of wonderful warm holiday foods on every families dining room table, no families standing outside in the bitter winters night. Step food shelf full to the brim with supplies of food, supplies for each family in need.
To watch the news and hear only good cheer, stories on how we are all loving one another, blessings of Hallmark Christmas cheer..
Health care affordable for those in need, employment, a paycheck to buy the necessities, affordable rent, The House Of Hope providing shelter for all deserving single moms, a warm bed in which to lay their head, for years to come..
Nothing I wish for my family, only warm blessings for everyone who seeks warmth love, compassion, for thus is My Grown Up Christmas List..
I could wish you all these and more, but more than anything, I wish you Jesus..
Children love to play Grown Up
And choose bright, pretty dresses
They slap and dab loads of makeup
And strut like Greek empresses
They gab and gossip and chitter
As they parent their dolls
And sprinkle loads of cool glitter
As dolls walk down the halls
And as they copy our weird ways
We smile and nod with bliss
Their bumbling trips light up our days
Joy, don’t get beyond this
Because when we are real goody
And treat others like gold
They stop to sulk, and be moody
And miracles unfold
For then they ignore Dad’s back aches
Deadlines and piling bills
And parenting and all it takes
And say Growing up thrills!
This might be barbaric of me to say
But I don’t like those who have to have their way
Grown up bullies who yell “you’re fired and such”
Misogynist pigs who are simply out of touch
The birth certificate is kept
By your mother
The I. D. Card is kept
By your husband
Because you're afraid
Of losing it
Then you're not really
Grown up yet.
I look up to the sky
Remembering past dreams
Wondering where the dreamer went
Looking back to the past.
Having lived and loved
Sacrificed and gave everything to those who won my heart
Now I look at this moment wondering what the hell I did.
Sold my dreams for a broken kiss and
a hundred thousand times
Looking to the future,
Wondering where to start,
Looking at the past dreams,
Looking to the sky
Missing old loves,
missing old things.
Wondering what can I do to find who I am?
I look at the world now with jaded eyes.
Wishing for a good thing to last,
Wondering if it ever could.
Wondering how the world is so cruel
To break things down, build them up, destroying love and hate like a toy in a dream.
When you see a skunk that’s smelly,
Hold your nose and hug your belly.
When you see a grizzly bear,
Picture him in underwear.
When you see a sneaky spider,
Offer him some apple cider.
When you see a big old rat,
Show it to the neighbor’s cat.
When you see the dentist’s drill,
You be strong and don’t get ill.
When you see a rattle snake,
Cook it up with shake and bake.
When your mommy makes you mad,
Step right up and say you’re sad.
When your dad gets way too loud,
Remind him how you make him proud.
When the family just feels not right,
Give big hugs and hold them tight.
It takes some time to grow a bit,
Stand real tall and don’t you sit.
Take the things that you dislike the best.
And throw them out with all the rest.
Growing up is hard to do,
But no one does as well as you.
eternal infancy
enjoyed all his life
indulgent parents
a grown up baby
knowing no strife
odd predicament
I have grown up
with my mother’s hatred
and my father’s disgust.
I have grown up
In the shadow of my brother
Who couldn’t be anything but perfect.
I have grown up
like a stray
I have grown up
I have survived.
I have grown up
I am alive.
Broken, bleeding and hurt
I have grown up.
Against all odds
I have grown up.
ME BEING A GROWN-UP
Every day my life was changing
I didn't realize how fast it was happening
Sometimes I wonder where all the time go
It seems like I was a child not so long ago
In this life, I was always so busy
Growing up in the big city
It seemed in my life I was always trying to catch up
But it seemed like it was always hard to make the big buck
My life always seemed to be hard to manage
It always felt like I was at a disadvantage
As I grow older I ask myself when will this life end
Or is there a way it could be extended
I always knew I had a great family on this journey
But getting older I still have to worry
Being a grown-up has finally arrived
And I went through my childhood and I did survive
When we were children
We are taught the difference between right and wrong.
Everything seemed black or white,
And relationships were strong.
The children were respectful,
And did as they were told
If they were naughty
Both parents would scold
They told them to behave,
Or they would be in strife
The children usually obeyed
Because they loved a peaceful life
The life of children should be happy
And carefree
To enjoy the black and whiteness
Of truth, trust and honesty
To be loved and give love in return.
Be diligent and work hard.
This is the way to live.
To give your best
And the rest
At the end of the day
It will help you cope with
The many Shades of Grey.
Mommy, Mommy, candy cigarettes!
look how many I have got
Then there are some other brands
Can you tell me, What is pot?
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