She played in the sand ,made into muddle
She drew with colours ,on the walls and doors
She rode on tricycle, rolling and tumbling
She jumped on bed , fell over down
She took some water , to splash and play
She looked at plants , with joy and surprise
She ran to pets , to touch and cuddle
She played at day ,she played at night
She played over and again
“When shall I grow big ?” She asked .
She rides a car , she fly in air
She has deadlines and targets ,
She have kids and kitchen ,
She don’t see flowers,
She don’t touch pets ,
She is busy ,day and night
All she said ” growing up is unfair ” .
“When will I grow up ” my three year old asks daily at least once. Once they grow up , they realize being a kid was the good, better and best times of life.
In response to daily post prompt better. Better