What is it like to be three?
It's like being at the carnival everyday.
For the first time you are spreading your wings.
Everything is rainbow colored and nothing is white or gray.
It is throwing tantrums in the grocery store
It's crying until your throat closes up.
Wanting everything and more
Sipping juice out of a sippy cup.
Three is the age where no one ages
Where the young stay young forever.
It is the age where you believe in angels.
Everyday get's even better.
Three is the age of bedtime stories,
Where monsters don't exist
You're parents shimmer in all their glory.
Hands are made for painting instead of makings fists.
But three can't last forever
Like your stories swore,
Time is bold and clever,
And time will make you four.
About the Creator
Kacey Lovesick
Kacey Lovesick is my Pen Name. I grew up in a really small town and moved around a lot. My ultimate dream is to make my writing into a profession.
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