Aged Three Poem by Matt Adamson

I'm three years old
And all I see
Becomes a building block
For me
I see the world
With an untrained eye
All fields are green
All blue is sky
I'm aged four now
Can you not see
Quite a lot of you
In me?
I form opinions
Begin to doubt
Ask questions like why
Are some without?
At five my mind
Is fully formed
My temper's sharp
You have been warned
I don't always do
The stuff you say
I'd rather run and laugh
And play
I grow up fast
I'm soon a teen
I'm always heard
But rarely seen
Too soon I'll be
A family of my own
The years I'm sure you'll say
Have flown

But I know daddy that in your head
Right before you go to bed
In your own way when you think of me
I'm still that little girl aged three

But daddy here's a thought for you
Before you start to feel all blue
About getting old, the last word is mine
You'll always be daddy, aged twenty nine