Being Me Poem by Rokket Grrl

I miss being with you and your silly smile
That makes me laugh for more than a while
And holding your hand as we walk on the beach
And when you blush, your cheeks the colour of peach

And I miss seeing my friends and just hanging out
And learning together what we're all about
When we roamed together through the quiet street
And ran around town in our bare-feet

I also miss bike rides on this old gravel road
Someday I hope it will take me home
With the wheels turning as my hair blows around
And I won't care if my feet never touch the ground

I miss going on my way without a care
And not thinking about consequences-just taking the dare
And not worrying about my looks or the foods I eat
Or the clothes on my back or the shoes on my feet

Sometimes I miss being my parents little girl
When I was their joy, their gift, their world
What happened to the little girl I used to be
I guess she grew up to become me

I also miss that old dog on the porch
Protected by the roof from the sun that will scorch
But that old dog learned all about having old age
Too bad it had to learn the hard way

But most of all I miss who I was
And who I was trying to be just because
But now I realise there's so much to be
But most of all I guess I miss being me