Need To Breathe ... short poem

Tired of lace and washing my face
Proper manners and saying grace

Sick of tiny tea sets and game of croquet
Too much sheltering...my strenth wanes away

I want to cross the street and have some fun
Get my clothes dirty, enjoy ribbons undone

Need to open that gate, find a real playmate
Nannies and mommies suffocate
Need to go where I can breathe real air
And take someone up on a daring dare
Need to skip a few streets down
To where the charity children play
I want a good time today. *

Karen Chaffee 2008
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*Last two lines borrowed from Gwendolyn Brooks' "A Song In The Front Yard