The Plan

A poem about a child wanting to grow up.

The Plan

If I could read and write like you,
there are many things that I could do.
When I grow up to be big and tall,
I will learn to tie my shoes, and all.
I will learn my numbers and ABC’s,
and learn new songs like, Do Re Me.
My Mom she reads me bed-time rhymes,
I say my prayers, then into bed I climb.
I know I’ll become the best I can,
I’m only four, but that’s my plan!

Choctaw Heiress ©