Little

I want to be little
I want to be absolved of responsibility
To be loved and admired
Appreciated and accepted.
I want that sense of carefree wonder
The knowledge that the world is a safe and loving place.
I want to be laughed with, not laughed at
And to laugh uproariously without checking that doing so is OK.
I want to make mischief,
To play jokes, to make a mess
Amd still to be loved.

I want to have parents who are adults
And with whom I am the child.

I want my mistakes to be seen as mistakes, not sins
And love to be unconditional on achievements.

I want the childhood I never had.
I want to be the child I never was.