I Was a Child

I was time

I was pictures and I was poetry

I was a pond and the fish that swim in it

I grew limbs and spread across the land

I was coffee and I was tea

I was the sunshine on your face in the morning

I was a balloon

Held down by a five year old

I slipped away, floated to the heavens

And faded from his eyes

I was flowers on the table

Waiting to be walked in on

I was my grandfather's mustache

Tickling my mother's cheek as she was tucked into bed

I was a playground

I was the monkey bars, the swingset, and the slides

I was a raindrop

I was an ocean

I was tall buildings and the sky that they scraped

I was the orange in a sunset, the warmth in your heart

Leaking out to cover the globe

I was a bicycle

I was the first ride without training wheels

I was Christmas lights

I was a glowing city at night

I was a bunk bed

I was a rooftop

I was shared by two brothers

I was a little boy who wished to one day be as big as his father

I now only wish to be as great as him

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