Innocence

I want what innocence has.
pink flowers, glowing sunlight
and giggles under amber trees.

I want to spin circles, jumprope,
blow bubbles, Hopscotch, tell
secrets and catch bumble bees.

I don't want to forget the meaning
of youth, for then my body, my eyes,
my skin and voice may forget too.

I may get caught up in things that
the adults do. Like working, and
saying that this house is a zoo.

I want to sit crosslegged on the
emerald lawn and pick out animals
from fluffy white clouds in blue sky.

To pick clover flower and eat the tops,
color my cheeks with dandelion and
find a hundred uses for the word why?

I want what innocence had.
Ice cream trucks, Bicycles and
the closest friends to share it with.