Just Trouble
Running around the yard like little animals
Playing tag, hide-and-seek and football.
Great memories I shared with my cousins.
Getting in trouble by grandma,
As Aunt Mandi bailed us out.
She would always say we weren’t hurting anything.
Now it’s less play and just trouble.
Grandma yells at mistakes we make
And Aunt Mandi just watches the troubles we have.
It’s a lot harder now with no fun.
poem by Leigha Taylor
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