growing up

 growing up

from being children playing at the park,

to being children that aren't afraid of the dark.

time has passed and flown away,

but my mother's love is still my safe space.

wanting to be that kid again,

the one who solved that maze,

on that newspaper each day.

the kid who didn't know what algebra was,

the one who was scared of ghosts the most.

the kid who thought fairies were real,

and who's eyes would always have zeal.

and would leave her milk tooth under her pillow

hoping for a gift

the one who wanted to grow up

finding out about the world would throw up

growing up seems appealing,

but it is scary in reality.

soon it would be time to fill applications and choose colleges,

and study because my future depends on it.

i still sit in the park and reminisce,

of the absolute bliss.

and the dark still scares me,

and i still hope fairies exist.

growing up is scary,

especially the maths i have to study,

but it helps when my mothers love secures me.

one day, these days will be missed,

because in no time everything would change,

but a part of who we were would always remain.