A POEM BY MY SISTER <3:

dew drips from a leaf

a leaf that a little caterpillar walks on

it will soon be transformed

into a majestic pollinator

its climbs to a branch on a small tree

Little girl, little girl

Why’ve you got boy’s hair?

Why’ve you got weird sentences

spilling from your mouth

And why’ve you got the wrong words

A little boy wakes up and he goes to his mom and says, "Why is my bed so small? I used to fit but now my feet stick off." The boy's mom says, "You're growing ..." 

I'm getting older. 

I often struggle to notice.  

I'm with myself all the time, 

I know myself better than anyone.  

 My little girl's body ran after wild animals, not caring about if I had to look cool or if I got all sweaty. Now I check my hair before going out and make sure I spray my perfume too many times to hide the smell of sweat or odor.

Growing up isn't something you enjoy

Unless you're, like,

Five,

And the world is still golden,

And you can't see

The hourglass

And the grains of sand

Falling

Falling