Grownup Kid

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


I remember

When I was a child

There was nothing more refreshing

And exciting

Than a grownup who would play with us.

They would bring a new level of challenge

And would make the game all the better.

I strive to hold on to that feeling,

Those memories,

And the be that adult.

I want to be the one who never forgets

My childhood and holds on to the good things,

The playfulness,

The imagination.

And I want to in turn

Bring joy to my kids’ faces and memories

And play with them too,

Every chance I get.

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