It seems so long agothat we last met;back when your namewas too hard to spell.The world beganwith screaming parents,trying to awake youfrom your fantastic slumber;and ended when playtime was over.When the doctor's shots hurtand the candy felt rewarding.When nap time didn't mean so much;when all you wantedwas mommy's tender touch.Having one-hour quarrelswith your best of friends;If only you could consume us again.You are blinding,but the good kind;you meant so little then,wanting to grow upshould have been a crime.We may no longer turn backto see your beauty:you are a golden treasureworth more than anything.The sad thing is:you don't exist untilyou're already gone.