Tragic Adulthood

I miss being innocent and small

Not knowing many words

So I wouldn’t speak at all

But you gave me dreams to dream

Small, though I seemed unknowing

I was very knowing of you

And love, I always drew

In pictures while sitting behind plants

Who hid my eyes

Painted skies in navy blue

Were my gift from you

And I applauded thought I’ll admit

That sometimes I was afraid

Of what you made

Like the mountains cold with fir

They hid the far away lands

That I had planned

In my mind

To young to leave behind

The things I never knew

All I’m left to do

Is grow up

But lately that seems

To grow apart from you

As I retire from the

Navy blue skies, plants, and mountains.