Jump Up


I want to jump

And not come down.

Floating way

Above the ground.

My sneakers staying

ever new.

With power packs for

Flying too.

I’d move my arms

Like when I swim.

 Won’t have to take

The bus again.

At my school

I’d be above,

All those lines

And every shove.

“Slam dunk” champ.

No skinned knees,

Saving kites

Caught up in trees.

 I’ll sleep on clouds

No lumpy bed.

The moon, my nightlight,

Overhead.

At supper time,

My Mom throws up,

A dinner plate,

My meal and cup.

Untie my shoes

And I’ll come down.

When I get lonesome

For the ground.

I’ll take my bath,

Pick up my clothes.

And get some mud

Between my toes.

I won’t stay long,

I love the air.

Most my time,

I’ll be up there.

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15 thoughts on “Jump Up

  1. This is just precious. At least once a week my fifteen year old talks about super powers. I don’t know if we ever lose that desire. I think life just takes over, and we haven’t time to think about it anymore…except maybe wanting extra hands or eyes in the back of our heads. 😉 Really enjoyed this.

    • Thanks…yes, superpowers are cool to consider! I’ve decide that new mothers should grow an extra pair of hands that fall off when the kids go to school. Then again, the may just need those extra hands for prayer when the kids become teenagers. ~Susan

  2. When I get lonesome

    For the ground.

    I’ll take my bath,

    Pick up my clothes.

    And get some mud

    Between my toes.

    I won’t stay long,

    I love the air.

    I love this part such a carefree child loving beauty in this all!

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