Being a Kid

I miss waking up to my mother’s lecture

Begging for five more minutes to sleep

Back when she used to get me ready

And being a good kid was the only promise to keep.

I remember dressing up in my uniform

Ready to win the day once again

Going to school, meeting my friends

Never knowing what was migraine and back pain.

I miss the sound of my favorite cartoon

Coming from the adjacent room

The way we would run around the halls

Making pillow forts, dressing in funny costumes.

Back then we weren’t surrounded by cameras

To click our infinite happy moments

It was just us and our smiles

Harmony flowing in us like poets.

I miss being tense for the test next day

And not about what I’m doing with my life

I miss when my only responsibility was to get good grades

And not think of 101 ways to be a good wife.

I miss when friends were close and true

Laughing till our stomachs would hurt

I miss how rhyme would just flow through me

Unlike now, when I’m always short of words.

I missing dad coming home, bringing us chocolates

How the tinniest affection would sparkle our eyes

I miss when the only thing we fought for

Was who was getting the last slice.

Oh to grow up, it’s such a scam

Recalling now that precious life we lived

If only I could make one more wish on my eyelash

I’d say, I never wanna give up on being a kid.