I dance barefoot in my driveway,
letting the cold gravel indent into my toes
making me feel like a kid again.

I can still taste the rocket pop syrup on my lips,
and smell the grass stains on my levis
Sitting in my sandbox, staring up at the clouds.

Dreams of being a writer, an explorer.
Someone with intention and aspiration,
who stays glowing with fire.

The childhood within me finally came to age,
and I hope she's as proud of me as I am.