“I am convinced that most people do not grow up…We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies, and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are innocent and shy as magnolias.”
― Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter
when we were young
we lets pretended
and ate crackers with mayo.
i was Chrissy
and you were Shelly;
here in this place
we married our brother and sister,
as they presented dog poop to stand in for the cake.
and over and over again
I can remember Helen Reddy.