Going Back

If I could only go back
To my life as a child!
I didn’t know then
What loneliness was.
I didn’t realize
the cost of growing up.
Mommy I want to be
Your baby again.
Can I play cars
in the sand,
milk the cow, and feed the pigs,
so you can tell me
what a good girl, I am.
I cried one night
as a child,
and told you
I didn’t want to grow up.
So Mommy,
Why did you let me
get shoved so rudely
into this world.
Where my skinned knees
can’t be mended
with a kiss.

by Emma Beverage

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