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Old Child
When I was four
 When I was seven
 When I was ten
 When I was thirteen
 Yesterday
 I daydreamed about the future
 I wouldn’t change a bit
 I wouldn’t morph into a butterfly
 While I was wrapped in my school cocoon
 I’d only stay that little furry caterpillar
 Crawling around a tree
 
 I’ve never gazed into a crystal ball
 Time-warping me back to the past
 Observed how I was
 Analyzed my actions
 Concluded that memory
 With a mature point of view
 I know I have changed
 But my memories haven’t
 
 When I hold my baby blanket
 I still love it and hug it to me
 Without hesitation
 With inexplicable affection
 I sleep with it every night
 Smelling it
 Feeling it
 Rubbing it
 Even dreaming of it
 I promised myself
 When I was quite small
 That my Blankie will go with me to the grave
 So I can sleep with it forever
 
 I look out my bedroom window
 The scenery stays constant 
 Even as the seasons change
 Even as the years go by
 Now there is an added beauty
 When the sky shines bright
 Or the snow falls gently
 Or the wind whisks through trees
 Or the rain soaks the grass
 Still, I look out my window
 
 Delving into my childhood
 I hold my old dolls
 Nothing has changed
 Still, an unfathomable clothes collection
 A secret life with their friends
 A hidden personality
 A huge house to use at their disposal
 A never ending road to their parties
 My imagination never abandoned me
 
 I was a small bunny
 Hip-hopping around a sweet smelling building
 The carpet, light colored
 Every room, filled
 With buckets of flowers
 All red, yellow, white, and purple
 The lamps, small and geometrical
 My breath came fast
 The air was heavy with a sleepy somberness
 I wandered around unknowingly
 As tall people slowly and silently mingled
 Sometimes a few went glanced in a big box
 Other times they knelt by it
 Mystified, my parents dragged me to the box
 I swooned because of the reeking perfume
 They knelt down
 I stood and peered into the box
 A person with squished and flat features
 Slept with hands on their tummy
 I didn’t understand
 My parents told me to ask no questions
 Henceforth, I found other kids
 For entertainment
 
 I understand now
 I’m supposed to be somber
 I’m not supposed to have fun
 Still, I invite my friends
 Still, I find a quiet place
 To laugh with my cousins
 Kids my age
 I already said bye-bye
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