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.
No Longer A Child
Miriam Onyancha
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/24/2020
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Poem topics: child, fun, perfect, accept, long, knowledge, hard, reach, childhood, nurse, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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