Tuesday, September 2, 2008

How Old Am I?

How Old Am I?
Sometimes at night
I curl up in the fetal position
before I fall asleep.
Clutching my teddy bear,
I read bedtime stories
and laugh out loud.
When I see hopscotch
“chalked” on the cement,
I must play.
The candy in the checkout lane tempts me.
My mom buys me things
‘cause I’m her little girl.
I look both ways
before crossing the street
and I hold hands with my little friends.
Arthur and Barney are role models in my home.
I know all the songs.
When I hear music, I begin to sing, dance and clap my hands.
Scary movies give me nightmares.
Every morning I pack my lunch for school.
I sleep alone
in a queen size bed.
How old am I?
I’m the mom, don’t ask.

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