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All Grown Up… By Toni L.A. Cross

 

Foggy nose-print, cold wet window

Water streaming on the pane

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

 

Thunder booming, lightning flashes

Years streaming down the drain

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

 

High heels clopping, puddles splashing

Runny makeup leaves a stain

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

 

Under blankets, mindless shivers

Waiting for the storm to wane

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

 

Long day over, still apartment

Living in adult mundane

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

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About goatgirlbookworm

My name is Toni Cross, and I was raised on a farm in the far north of the United States. I love to read and write and I hope to use those hobbies in a greater way in the days to come. One of my passions is using whatever influence I have to make a difference in the world.

2 responses to “All Grown Up… By Toni L.A. Cross

  1. slpmartin

    I wonder if we ever really grow up and if we do what we must forfeit to make that claim?

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