Growing

Posted byAJMcGregorPosted inPoetryTags:, , , ,

I’ve grown three inches, maybe four,

and now I’m really sad.

The reason is my favourite shirt

now looks too short and bad.

Mom says tomorrow we will shop

and so I’ll have new clothes.

She says I’ll be a whole new boy

from my head to my toes.

And so tonight, I lie in bed

and know I’m growing tall,

and dressed Big Teddy in my shirt

cause inside — I’m still small.

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