a love letter to my childhood

[This was a partway video from my assigned film homework]

Oh my, the eager to grow up and to deliberately remain a child. To be cradled in my mother’s arms, Just to blow bubbles and be that little girl, again. To look at the sky and wonder things, Instances when I’d cry over a balloon

that burst or flew far, Not knowing why I held a balloon so dear, Not much has changed. My age toppled over but I remain; the same. Finding joy in little things, The paradox of growing up.

[Figured I might as well add in a write-up and destroy the game of punctuation.]