I miss being small

I miss being small
I miss climbing trees and jumping walls
I miss skipping to school in shoes that fall
I miss mums tea sat on her balding head
I miss watching dad carrying flags and heavy bags
I miss walking in cartwheels and falling on my head
I miss being screamed at to go to fucking bed
I miss fighting siblings and the relief when it ends
I miss all my school mates, the good and bad friends
I miss driving too fast and stroking tiny cats
I miss skates and roller blades and all the Christmas wrap
I miss riding with newspapers and writing on the dog
I miss tiny frogs jumping off leaf logs
I miss eating chrisps only as a treat
I miss watching my tiny little feet
I miss drinking milk and crawling out of the cot
I miss my pictured clothes quite a fucking lot
I miss the car I almost never got
I miss picking my spots and all the crap I got
I miss the garden with the tortoise
And the way all night I could make noise
I miss cooking cookies in a birdbath pot
I miss being a good kid in school but hardly listening to the lessons I had to learn
I miss funny faces I made to earn good graces
I miss remembering names
And avoiding getting the blame
I miss scribbling art instead of maths and smarter thought.
I miss my tiny dog running and resting in my lap
I miss my snuggly nappies folding round me as I made a fart
I miss my curly perm even though it never fit.
I miss my favourite foods like sherbert cayliy and mint imperials.
I miss hopping in puddles and touching yellow slime
I miss being healthy and feeling in my prime.
I miss winning trophies and wearing tootoos that sparkle.
I miss trips to the beach and playing in the park.
I miss watching the fish and catching them in hand.
I hope that now I'm older my life is as small as that.