do you remember being kids?

do you remember being kids on the trampoline? before breakfast , knotted hair slapping our faces trying to jump hard enough to make our PJ’s fall down bouncin’! bouncin’ ! screamin’ ! singin’ ! screeching songs to the morning air till I plunge right out of my PJ’s bare legs and barbie underwear flying from pink …


I was always afraid of short poems A missed bus An interrupted i love you You’d walk away unchanged