Growing Up Can Just Wait
The final mistake for Maggy came for sure,
when she mixed up a recipe on the just-washed kitchen floor.
The recipe--to make things clear--was not Maggy’s most wise.
You see, it was a batch of chocolate pudding mud pies.
It was then that Dad took a deep breath and issued a warning,
“You haven’t acted like a big girl since you got up this morning.
Big girls don’t make such messes like these that you do.
You want to be a big girl, now Maggy, don’t you?”
“Hmmp,” huffed Maggy as she stormed off to her room.
There, she knew best, she could wallow in her gloom.
She told her own zoo of stuffed friends exactly what she did
and how big people don’t know what it’s like to be a kid.
Later that same day, Maggy handed Mom a note
filled up with scribbles from her feelings she wrote.
Mom gave a questioning look as she unfolded the paper
then waited for her daughter to explain this latest caper.
“It says,” announced Maggy, standing up extra straight,
“I’ve decided that growing up will just have to wait.
*all content/writing copyright 2012 by Michele K. Smith