The Girl I Used To Be Poem by joanne fenner

Laying on lush green grass,
Just staring at the cloud pictures floating past,
Sit up, what shall we do next? Slide or swings?
O’ what joy no worries as a child brings.

Shall we skip or run,
Never again will life be this much fun.
Dinner time again, all laid out,
All made for you with no fussing about.

Dinner finished then out again,
Playing everyday the same old games.
Meeting up in the same old places,
With grazed knees and warm sun on our faces.

You only appreciate these times when you grow older,
When you realise the days now are actually colder.
Your meals become a bit of a chore,
And standing for too long make your feet swollen and sore.

And I never thought these memories would become to be,
The precious times I got to know me.
I keep these thoughts locked in my heart,
So that me and the girl I used to be are never far apart.