When I was little, I waited to grow older,
And free my forced braid into a pony.
I always wanted to get off Pa’s shoulder,
and walk alone with just my company.
Laughing on a wooden swing, I pondered with my peers for long,
About how merry and free grown-ups must be,
To live life at their own will and live so strong,
Doing what us little ones, were only allowed to see.
And then one day I was all grown up,
The freedom made it seem worth the wait.
Years later, I saw a reflection in my coffee cup,
And found something very innate.
My eyes were a mirror to my past,
In them I saw the little person I was earlier.
Suddenly, there was a peal of laughter so vast,
A sound so vaguely familiar.
I saw myself on a wooden swing,
Laughing aloud so carelessly and unconfined.
Drawing happiness by just my braid’s silly fling,
Free I was then, way more than how it was defined.
Today, I wish to swing again for a while,
with my laughter unconfined in my reign.
I want to recreate my innocent smile,
and be a child all over again.