Growing UP

There's the laughter of a child,
gentle, pure and sweet;
pretend rose patterned china,
filled with a special treat.

A tiara fashioned of flowers,
a pretty pink princess gown,
all dressed up and waiting
for my prince to come around.

Playing house in make believe home,
baby dolls to dress up and love,
rocking them and singing to them
in a voice tender as a dove.

Crayons and coloring books,
a big fluffy teddy bear to cuddle,
entertaining circle of special friends
a tea party, gathering in a huddle.

As I look back on childhood memories,
I see not much has changed.
I'm still the same, only all grown up.
My life by divine order was arranged.

I have real china now to entertain.
Now, I play in a real house
with my own children to love and hug,
awaiting my prince, who is now my spouse.

I am glad to be the woman I am.
No longer hopes of future dreams,
now I live my dreams to the fullest,
in my eyes, youthful mirth still gleams.

©TinasHeart 01/07/02

Oh what memories I have of growing up. I have wonderful childhood memories. Growing up was playing dolls and Barbie's and house and make believe. It was playing outside till dark and riding bikes in neighborhoods without fear. It was playing kick the can and hide and seek. It was laying in the grass at night and watching for shooting stars and by day making animals from the clouds. It was dress up and beauty pageants. It was merry go rounds and monkey bars and swings. It was paper dolls and play do. Board games and go fishing card games. It was Saturday morning and most of the day cartoons. It was tootsie roll pops and bubblegum.

I'd be delighted if you'd sign my guestbook.