I want to go back to that little girl
who would run around the house and never
care an ounce about what others said.
I want to wear those elegant little dresses
and not be old enough to care about how my
body looks in the dress.
I want to be young enough to cry and
show emotion and get away with saying
what is on my mind.
I want to now tell that little girl to never again
threaten to run away from her mother and father.
I will tell her to be nicer to them and not hit,
kick, or bite them because she didn’t get
what she wanted.
That girl is now full of wisdom and sympathy.
She hugs her parents whenever she sees them and
begs to come home.
I feel no guilt from childhood because I learned
over the years.
She was actually funny, that little girl.
Now she has grown,
and she knows and teaches that
the past is in the past, though we learn and
become better the more we let go.
Just think of the child who you are better than
today.