I miss my Auntie Ann visiting every month,
And cuddling up with her when I have a bad dream.
I miss having all of my sisters living here,
And sharing a bedroom with Becky,
Talking to her about everything,
Stuff I would never tell anyone else.
I miss Kim being with JD,
Him sending her bouquets of flowers all the time,
And me getting to watch her smile
While she reads the little card out loud.
I miss Amy and her boyfriend Graham,
The way he used to twirl me around in the air,
And tell me stories about that scary place
Called high school.
I miss my grandma teaching me Mary Had A Little Lamb on
the piano,
The smell of her house and perfume,
And spending hours looking at old pictures
Tucked away in her bedroom.
I miss Poppy reading me Old Mother Goose rhymes before bed,
And watching golf with him even though I didnâ??t understand
it.
I miss playing with Miles all summer long,
And going shopping with "Aunt" Jennifer at the mall for
new Barbie shoes.
I miss Fourth of July block parties,
The whole neighbourhood gathered together,
Having water balloon fights,
And watching fireworks until way after my bedtime.
I miss going to the dentist,
And getting stickers for being a brave girl.
I miss running home after the first day of Kindergarten
To tell my mom how much fun I had in Miss Farrellâ??s class.
I miss learning to tie my shoes,
Read books,
And spell my name.
I miss playing beanie babies with Kim,
Lion King with Becky,
And Doctor with Amy,
Making a mess of the living room.
I miss going to gymnastics with Jackie,
And having handstand contests.
Doing cartwheels on the balance beam,
And writing on the blue carpet with chalk.
I miss having the whole family home for Christmas,
Believing there really was a Santa Clause,
And grinning when I opened up my presents,
Seeing that he knew exactly what I wanted.
I miss being a little kid.
I miss being me.
