When I was young
I would wake up
To the sound of
My mother’s voice
As she called me
Down for a bowl
Of cereal before
I went off to school.
Frosted Flakes
Would get me
Through the day
As I went on
With the tasks
Almost all
Grade school
Children had
To do. Small
Favors for friends
I no longer talk
To because time
And distance
Has wedged it’s
Way between
Us and I am
Okay with that
Even though
Then I could
Never dream of
Such a day
Happening.
I don’t sleep
Anymore. Instead
I find someone
To make me scream
And I do just that
As I lay back down
To the boy next
To me I find myself
Hungry and
Ask for a bowl
Of Frosted Flakes
Before I leave
For the night.