Pickney

A child again Unknowing soft bellied

wet behind the ears

bustling with energy

a child, yes

I’ve love for all things, Void of envy, I’ve no fear to tell someone they make me happy or their breath smells bad. I can get away with most things with only a ear touching smile

I love being a kid, love being protected, and learning new adventures and emotions that have yet to be portrayed

but keep me away from Priests, White Vans, Creepers, Peepers, Old “family” “Friends” and neighbors named Gary.