No longer can I cry and throw tantrums,

just to make you come running,

lift me up and cradle me in your arms…

But there are times I wish I could…

No longer can I utter strings of nonsensical words,

to lighten your mood,

and make you smile…

But there are times I wish I could…

No longer can I pick up my pillow and sheet,

and march into your room,

announcing I’m scared of the ghosts in mine,

But there are times I wish I could…

Miles away from home,

thinking of your face,

Possibly with a frown,

wondering what I’m up to, every then and now…

Leave all this and run back home,

to show you that I’m good and sound..

One of those times I wish I could!