A Poem…are we there yet?

PLANS

When I grow up

(For I must you know!)

I’ll go wherever

I want to go—

I’ll go to the zoo

Whenever I choose,

I’ll walk in the mud

In brand-new shoes,

I’ll go to the circus

Two days straight,

I’ll sleep in the morning

And stay up late,

Have turkey and ice cream

Every meal,

And squeal as loud as

I want to squeal,

I’ll have six dogs,

And three white mice,

And I’ll let them eat with me—

Won’t it be nice?

-Dorothy Brown Thompson-

I found this little gem in a book that was given to my son by his paternal grandmother…it had originally been given to his father in 1940 by his god-mother.  The pages are yellowed and brittle with age, the cover long gone but the childrens’ poetry within is timeless.  This poem reminds me so much of childhood days…longing to be a grown-up.  Are we there yet?

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