Passing By

How time passes you by.


I miss the weeks

where days would pass by

With no hint of which was next,

And when it rained cats and dogs,

It led to new pets.


I miss the days

where ABCs and 123s were

as hard as is it ever got.

Where mum and dad smiled

and money scarcely grew on trees.


I miss the times

where climbing branches

made me into “Queen of the Tree”

Where each step felt like it could

be the start of an everlasting march.


I miss the hours

spent under the duvet with a torch,

pretending and dreaming of the great outdoors

and mountains and so much more.


I miss the seconds

where worry was nothing

and stress did not exist in my world;

Back in the days of being a 5 year old girl.

The End

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