No Longer A Child

The hills now hard to climb,
Trees too tall to reach the top,
Now shy to skip the rope,
No patients to treat,
Injecting them with the most perfect needle: a thorn
No need to make propellers.

I miss the very tiny me
I miss the childhood fun,
I miss the little nurse in me
With knowledge of no drug
But proud to be a dedicated 'nurse'

Those childhood dreams
All now more than invalid
Now each one totally shattered
And almost everything long faded
I got to accept that am no longer a child.