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.
Poetry In My Veins 