I miss being small, happy, and naive

Though I haven’t grown that much

So I only miss being happy and naive

I miss sticky hands on a summer day

From popsicles making colorful streams

down thin wooden sticks

I miss scraping my knee, playing tag

Mom running to my rescue

Placing a bandaid on my bloody limb

I miss trudging through snow

My fingers beginning to freeze

Being welcomed back inside with hot cocoa

I miss Skechers light up shoes

That sparkled when I stomped 

Shimmering brightly of pink and purple

I miss yearning for the future 

Hoping adulthood would come sooner

I don’t wish that anymore now that I’m grown

I’ll miss having a room next to my brother

Him being a couple of feet away

Whispering jokes to each other in the quiet night

I’ll miss the room I spent years in

Personalized with posters and plants

My small square sanctuary 

I’ll miss homemade meals every evening for dinner

Soon I’ll be eating a lot 

of microwave mac and cheese

I’ll miss not having to worry

About doing my own taxes

Can’t my Dad do that for me forever?

I miss yearning for change

Now I’ve learned to fear it

You don’t treasure what you have till it's gone