Growing Up

Sharon at 2Chicken Pox, house calls
Vicks on chest, steam on walls
Cough syrup, low spirits
“Thumbelina, Thumbelina…”
On the radio.

Snow suits, zippered boots
Private schools with strict rules
Coloring books, numbered hooks
Playground, Monkey bars.
Children On the go.

Jump Rope, Hop Scotch
Sand castles in empty lots
Grape fights, night lights
Making angels in the snow.

Marbles, marbles, large and small
Yo Yos, Tops; I like them all
Red light, green light, stop or go
Mother may I? Yes or no?

Church bells, choir sings
Bonfires, bee stings
Climbing trees, raking leaves
Growing up is not so slow.

Sharon Palmeri

Copyright Library of Congress 2001
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About Sharon

Sharon Palmeri received her BS degree in English and journalism from Indiana University Northwest and IU Bloomington. As a published author she has taught in all areas of writing for 20+ years, and has had over two hundred articles and stories published in magazines and newspapers. She freelances as a ghost writer, editor, book doctor, publicist, and publication consultant. She also has worked as content editor, adviser and book layout designer.
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One Response to Growing Up

  1. Gail Galvan says:

    I’ve always loved this poem…It always makes me want to go back to my cool wonder-years era and neighborhood and play! GG

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