What does it mean to be a grown up?
When you've lost Peter Pan in the sky,
and Alice is back from the rabbit hole
When your magic wands have turned to sticks,
And your carpets are all rolled up
When your capes are back to blankets,
And your stuffed bears are all in tatters
When Jack Frost's name turns to Winter
And your glass slippers shatter beneath your feet
I think that's what it means to be a grownup.
~October
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If this poem broke your little heart, don't you worry. I have a "reponse" poem to this one in the works (yeah, I'm so cool. Responding to myself).
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
